Wild. We'll toss the Bells, and make the Steeple
Roar boy, but come to supper then.
Lur. My hand, and expect me:
Yes, I will come or send, and to some purpose;
Art come boy?
Enter Boy with Gown, Beard, and Constables staff.
Excellent, Knave, how didst thou purchase these?
Boy. The staff I stole last night from a sleeping Constable;
The rest I borrowed by my acquaintance with
The Players boyes; you were best to lose no time, Sir.
Lur. So, so, help boy, 'tis very well, do I not look
Like one that breaks the Kings peace with authority?
You know your charge, prepare things handsomely,
My diligent boy, and leave me to my office.
Boy. There wants nothing already; but I fly Sir. [Exit.
Lur. Now Fortune prove no slut, and I'll adore thee.
Within. Ser. Whose there? [Knocks.
Lur. A friend wo'd speak with Master Justice.
Ser. Who are you?