Ruin. Come, Sir, we'll be your guide.
Cred. My honesty, which till now was never forfeited,
All shall be close till our meeting. [Exit Cred. and Ruin.
Witty. Tush, I believ't.
And then all shall out; where's the thief that's robb'd?
Enter Lady Ruinous.
L. Rui. Here Master Oldcraft, all follows now.
Witty. 'Twas neatly done, wench, now to turn that bag
Of counterfeits to current pieces, & actum est.
L. Rui. You are the Chymist, we'll blow the fire still,
If you can mingle the ingredients.
Witty. I will not miss a cause, a quantity, a dram,
You know the place.
Pris. I have told her that, Sir.
Witty. Good, turn Ruinous to be a Constable, I'm sure
We want not beards of all sorts, from the
Worshipful Magistrate to the under Watchman;
Because we must have no danger of life,
But a cleanly cheat, attach Credulous,
The cause is plain, the theft found about him;
Then fall I in his own Cosins shape
By mere accident, where finding him distrest,
I with some difficulty must fetch him off,
With promise that his Uncle shall shut up all
With double restitution: Master Constable, Ruinous
His mouth shall be stopt; you, Mistriss rob-thief,
Shall have your share of what we can gull my Father of;
Is't plain enough?