Tro. Shew me justice Overdo’s warrant, I obey you.
Hag. You are a mad fool, hold your tongue.
[Exeunt Haggise and Bristle.
Tro. In justice Overdo’s name, I drink to you, and here’s my warrant.
[Shews his can.
Over. Alas, poor wretch! how it yearns my heart for him! [Aside.
Quar. If he be mad, it is in vain to question him. I’ll try him though.—Friend, there was a gentlewoman shew’d you two names some hours since, Argalus and Palemon, to mark in a book; which of them was it you mark’d?
Tro. I mark no name but Adam Overdo, that is the name of names, he only is the sufficient magistrate; and that name I reverence, shew it me.
Quar. This fellow’s mad indeed: I am further off now than afore.
Over. I shall not breathe in peace till I have made him some amends. [Aside.