Busy. He is fled, he is fled, and dares not sit it out.
Bri. What, has he made an escape! which way? follow, neighbour Haggise.
[Exeunt Haggise and Watch.
Enter Dame PURECRAFT.
Pure. O me, in the stocks! have the wicked prevail’d?
Busy. Peace, religious sister, it is my calling, comfort yourself; an extraordinary calling, and done for my better standing, my surer standing, hereafter.
Enter TROUBLEALL, with a can.
Tro. By whose warrant, by whose warrant, this?
Quar. O, here’s my man dropt in I look’d for.
Over. Ha!