Edg. Are you sure you have lost it, sir?
Cokes. O Lord! yes; as I am an honest man, I had it but e’en now, at Youth, youth.
Night. I hope you suspect not me, sir?
Edg. Thee! that were a jest indeed! dost thou think the gentleman is foolish? where hadst thou hands, I pray thee? Away, ass, away!
[Exit Nightingale.
Over. I shall be beaten again, if I be spied. [Aside, retiring.
Edg. Sir, I suspect an odd fellow, yonder, is stealing away.
Mrs. Over. Brother, it is the preaching fellow: you shall suspect him. He was at your t’other purse, you know! [Seizes Overdo.]—Nay, stay, sir, and view the work you have done; an you be beneficed at the gallows, and preach there, thank your own handy-work.
Cokes. Sir, you shall take no pride in your preferment, you shall be silenced quickly.
[They seize Overdo.