Over. Nay, I pray thee stay; I am serious, and have not many words, nor much time to exchange with thee. Think what may do thee good.
Quar. Your hand and seal will do me a great deal of good; nothing else in the whole Fair that I know.
Over. If it were to any end, thou shouldst have it willingly.
Quar. Why, it will satisfy me, that’s end enough to look on; an you will not give it me, let me go.
Over. Alas! thou shalt have it presently; I’ll but step into the scrivener’s here by, and bring it. Do not go away.
[Exit.
Quar. Why, this madman’s shape will prove a very fortunate one, I think. Can a ragged robe produce these effects? if this be the wise justice, and he bring me his hand, I shall go near to make some use on’t.
Re-enter OVERDO.
He is come already!