Piso. I'll go shift me streight;
Art t' sure [it] was to Piso?
Fath. O, too sure, Sir.
Piso. I'll mount thee if I live for't,
Give me patience, heav'n, to bear this blessing I beseech thee;
I am but man, I prithee break my head
To make me understand I am sensible.
Fath. Lend me your Dagger, and I will, Sir.
Piso. No.
I believe now like a good Christian.
Fath. Good Sir, make hast; I dare not go without ye
Since I have so mistaken.
Piso. 'Tis no matter,
Meet me within this half hour at St. Marg'rets.
Well, go thy ways, old Lad, thou hast the trick on't.
[Exit Piso.
Enter Angelo, and Julio.
Ang. How now? the news?