Theo. Heaven defend us.
Bayl. Nay, that had been no prayer, there were those
That run that prayer out of breath, yet fail'd too.
There was a Fryer, now ye talk of prayer,
With a huge bunch of Beads, like a rope of Onions:
I am sure as big, that out of fear and prayer,
In halfe an hour, wore 'em as small as Bugles,
Yet he was flead too.
Phil. At what hour was this?
Bayl. Some two hours since.
Theo. Do you think the passage sure now.
Bayl. Yes, a rope take 'em, as it will, and bless 'em,
They have done for this day sure.
Phil. Are many rifled?
Bayl. At the least a dozen,
And there left bound.
Theo. How came you free?
Bayl. A curtesie
They use out of their rogueships, to bequeath
To one, that when they give a sign from far
Which is from out of danger; he may presently
Release the rest, as I met you, I was going,
Having the sign from yonder hill to do it.