Mar. Now could I weep at what I have done, but I'll harden my heart agen, go shut him up, 'till my husband comes home, yet thus much ere ye go, sirrah thach'd head, Would'st not thou be whipt, and think it Justice? well Aquavitæ Barrel, I will bounce you.
Ant. I pray do, I beseech you be not angry.
Mar. O you hobby headed Rascal, I'll have you flead, and trossers made of thy skin to tumble in, go a way with him, let him see no sun, till my husband come home, Sir, I shall meet with you for your knavery, I fear it not.
Ant. Wilt thou not let me go? I do not like this.
Mar. Away with him.
Servingman. Come, I'll lead you in by your Jack a lent hair, go quietly, or I'll make your crupper crack.
Mar. And do you hear me, Sirrah? and when you have done, make my Coach ready.
Serving. Yes forsooth. [Exit Servingman with Antonio.
Mar. Lock him up safe enough, I'll to this Gentleman, I know the reason of all this business, for I do suspect it, If he have this plot, I'll ring him such a peal, shall make his eares deaf for a month at least. [Exit.
Enter Richardo.