Stephen. My lord, we have orders to search this house.
Sir G. So be it, then. Obey your orders. What do ye look to find here?
Andrew. 'Tis a false traitor Cavalier.
Wat. He lurketh here and we mean to have him, too.
Stephen. We would do our work peaceably, my lord. But our general must have the country cleared of all Malignants.
Sir G. You have my free consent. My house is open to you from turret's peak to the bins in the cellar.
Diccon. There be more of 'em, my lord—a round dozen. And they waited not thy permission. They be already both on tower and in bins.
Sir G. Disturb them not, good Diccon. [Turns back to settle, takes up book and pretends to read, but keeps a careful eye on soldiers.]
Stephen. Do your work with thoroughness, men.
Andrew. That will we, captain!