Inc. And I this.
Die. I, as you, find him for a Real.
Inc. 'Tis done.
Die. My course is now directly to some Pie-house
I know the Pages compass.
Inc. I think rather
The smock-side o'th' Town, the surer harbor
At his years to put in.
Die. If I do find
The hungry haunt, I take him by the teeth now.
Inc. I by the tail, yet I as you.
Die. No more. [E]xeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Philippo.