Enter Boy.
Boy. My Master staies, I doubt his lime-twigs catch not,
If they doe, all's provided; but I all
This while forget my own state, fair Maria
Is certainly alive, I met her in
Another habit, with her Nurse, 'twas she:
There is some trick in't, but when this is over,
I'll find it out, this project for the Usurer
May have good effect; however, 'twill be sport
To mortifie him a little;
Enter Lurcher.
He's come without him:
Have you fail'd, Sir?
Lur. Prosper'd? my little Ingineer; away,
He is i'th' next room, be not you seen, sirrah. [Exit.
Boy. The pitfall's ready, never Justice
Was catcht in such a nooze: e'er he get out,
He shall run through a scouring purgatory,
Shall purge him to the quick, 'tis night already. [Exit.
Enter Algripe and Lurcher.
Lur. Come softly, yet Sir, softly, are you not weary?
Ju. Th'ast brought me into a melancholy place,
I see no creature.
Lur. This is, Sir, their Den
Where they suppose themselves secure, I am faint,
With making haste; but I must be thus troubled,
And therefore never go without a Cordial; [Seems to drink.
Without this I should dye;
How it refreshes me
Already! will't please your worship? I might have had
The manners to ha' let you drink before me;
Now am I lusty.