Fath. Well, passing well, I have 'em,
Both in a leash, and made right for my purpose.
Jul. I am glad on't, I must leave you.
Ang. Whither man?
Jul. If all go right I may be fast enough too.
Ang. I cry you mercy, Sir, I know your meaning,
Clora's the woman, she's Frank's Bedfellow,
Commend me to 'em, go, Julio,
Bring 'em to supper all, to grace this matter;
They will serve for witnesses.
Jul. I will, farewel.
[Exit Julio at one door, and Ang. and Fath. at another.
SCENE II.
Enter Clora, Frank, and Frederick, and Maid.