Phil. Your patience (Gen[t]leman.)
I pray you tell me if I be in errour,
I may speak often when I should but hear:
This is some show you would present us with,
And I do interrupt it: Pray you speak,
(It seems no more) Is't any thing but a show?
Bel. My Lord, this Gentlewoman can show you all,
So could my daughter too: if she were here;
By this time they are both immodest enough:
Shee's fled me, and I accuse this thief for't.
Don Martin, his own friend's my testimony:
A practis'd night-work.
Phil. That Martin's the other
In your custodie; he was forgotten:
Fetch him hither.
Const. Wee'll bring the Stocks and all else, and't please your Grace.
Enter Bustofa and Ismenia.
Am. That man's my husband certain, instead of this:
Both would have deceiv'd, and both beguil'd.
Bust. Soh hoh, Miller, Miller, look out Miller: is there n'ere a Miller amongst you here, Gentlemen?
[T]ir. Yes Sir, here is a Miller amongst Gentlemen, A Gentleman Miller.
Bust. I should not be far off then; there went but a pair of sheers and a bodkin between us. Will you to work Miller? Here's a maid has a sack full of news for you: shall your stones walk? will you grind Miller?