Serv. There are his cloaths, but, What's become of him,
I cannot yet enquire.
Wife. I am glad of this; sure they have murther'd him,
What shall I do?
Mer. Be not so grieved, before you know the truth, you have time enough to weep, this is the sodain'st mischief; Did you not bring an Officer to search there, where you say you found his cloaths.
Ser. Yes, and we searcht it, and charg'd the fellow with him: but he, like a Rogue, stubborn Rogue, made answer, he knew not where he was; he had been there, but where he was now, he could not tell: I tell you true, I fear him.
Wife. Are all my hopes and longings to enjoy him,
After this 3 years travel, come to this?
Ser. It is the rankest house in all the City, the most cursed roguy Bawdy-house. Hell fire it.
Mer. This is the worst I heard yet; Will you go home? I'll bear you company, and give you the best help I may: this being here will wrong you.
Wife. As you are a Gentleman, and as you lov'd your dead friend, let me not go home, that will but heap one sorrow on another.
Mer. Why [propose] any thing and I'll perform't; I am at my wits end too.
Ser. So am I, O my dear Master!