Alph. Hang her, hang her;
She knows too much; search all the house, all corners,
And where 'tis possible she may go out, [Ex. Servants.
If I do find your tricks.
Jul. Reward me for 'em.
Or if I had such tricks, you could discover
So weak, and sleightly woven, you might look through,
All the young Girls should hoot me out o' th' Parish;
You are my Master, but you own an anger
Becomes a School-Boy that hath lost his Apples;
Will ye force things into our knowledges?
Alph. Come hither, Juletta, thou didst love me.
Jul. And do stil[l],
You are my Ladies Father, and I reverence ye.
Alph. Thou would'st have pleas'd my humour.
Jul. Any good way,
That carried not suspicion in't, or flattery,
Or fail of trust.
Alph. Come, come, thou wouldst have—
Jul. Stay, Sir.
Alph. And thou hast felt my bounty for't, and shalt do.
Dost thou want Cloaths or Money?
Jul. Both.