[They attempt to steal away.
Over. Stay, is not my name your terror?
Whit. Yesh fait, man, and it ish for tat we would be gone, man.
Enter LITTLEWIT.
Lit. O, gentlemen! did you not see a wife of mine? I have lost my little wife, as I shall be trusted; my little pretty Win. I left her at the great woman’s house in trust yonder, the pig-woman’s, with captain Jordan, and captain Whit, very good men, and I cannot hear of her. Poor fool, I fear she’s stepp’d aside. Mother, did you not see Win?
Over. If this grave matron be your mother, sir, stand by her, et digito compesce labellum; I may perhaps spring a wife for you anon. Brother Bartholomew, I am sadly sorry to see you so lightly given, and such a disciple of enormity, with your grave governor Humphrey: but stand you both there, in the middle place; I will reprehend you in your course. Mistress Grace, let me rescue you out of the hands of the stranger.
Winw. Pardon me, sir, I am a kinsman of hers.
Over. Are you so! of what name, sir?
Winw. Winwife, sir.