Pen. Steal the great Cheese Mistriss,
Was sent him out o'th' Countrey.
Isab. Any thing.
Pen. That's meat, 'tis lawful Mistriss: where's the Castle Custard
He got at Court?
Isab. He has lock'd it in's study.
Pen. Get a warrant to search for counterfeit Gold.
Isab. Give me thy Candle,
I'll find a time to be thy careful Cater.
Pen. And many a time I'll find to be his Cook,
And dress his Calves head to the sweetest sauce Mistriss.
Isab. To bed Penurio, go, the rest is my charge,
I'll keep the Watch out.
Pen. Now if you spare him— [Exit.
Isab. Peace fool,
I hope my Rugio will not fail, 'twould vex me:
Now to my string; so, sure he cannot miss now,
And this end to my finger: I'll lie down,
For on a suddain I am wondrous heavy,
'Tis very late too; if he come and find this,
And pull it, though it be with easie motion
I shall soon waken, and as soon be with him.