Winw. Alack, good Numps!
Waspe. Nay, gentlemen, never pity me. I am not worth it: Lord send me at home once to Harrow o’ the Hill, again, if I travel any more, call me Coriat with all my heart.
[Exeunt Waspe, Cokes, and Mrs. Overdo, followed by Edgworth.
Quar. [stops Edgworth.] Stay, sir, I must have a word with you in private. Do you hear?
Edg. With me, sir! what’s your pleasure, good sir?
Quar. Do not deny it, you are a cut-purse, sir, this gentleman here and I saw you: nor do we mean to detect you, though we can sufficiently inform ourselves toward the danger of concealing you; but you must do us a piece of service.
Edg. Good gentlemen, do not undo me; I am a civil young man, and but a beginner indeed.
Quar. Sir, your beginning shall bring on your ending for us: we are no catchpoles nor constables. That you are to undertake is this: you saw the old fellow with the black box here?
Edg. The little old governor, sir?
Quar. That same: I see you have flown him to a mark already. I would have you get away that box from him, and bring it us.