Cokes. Well, my masters, I’ll leave him with you; now I see him bestowed, I’ll go look for my goods, and Numps.
Hag. You may, sir, I warrant you; where’s the t’other bawler? fetch him too, you shall find them both fast enough.
[Exit Cokes.
Over. In the midst of this tumult, I will yet be the author of mine own rest, and not minding their fury, sit in the stocks in that calm as shall be able to trouble a triumph. [Aside.
Re-enter TROUBLEALL.
Tro. Do you assure me upon your words? May I undertake for you, if I be asked the question, that you have this warrant?
Hag. What’s this fellow, for God’s sake?
Tro. Do but shew me Adam Overdo, and I am satisfied.
[Exit.