Quar. Well, I will make another use of him is come in my head: I have a nest of beards in my trunk, one something like his.
Re-enter BRISTLE and HAGGISE.
Bri. This mad fool has made me that I know not whether I have lock’d the stocks or no; I think I lock’d them.
[Tries the locks.
Tro. Take Adam Overdo in your mind, and fear nothing.
Bri. ’Slid, madness itself! hold thy peace, and take that.
[Strikes him.
Tro. Strikest thou without a warrant? take thou that.
[They fight, and leave open the stocks in the scuffle.
Busy. We are delivered by miracle; fellow in fetters, let us not refuse the means; this madness was of the spirit: the malice of the enemy hath mock’d itself.