1. You are sure enough I warrant you Sir.
Devit. Darkness befriend you, away. [Exit Soldiers.
Prot. What tyrants have I met with, they leave me alone in the dark, yet would not have me cry. I shall grow wondrous melancho[l]y if I stay long here without company; I was wont to get a nap with saying my prayers, I'll see if they will work upon me now; but then, if I should talk in my sleep, and they hear me, they would make a Recorder of my windpipe, slit my throat: heaven be prais'd, I hear some noise, it may be new purchase, and then I shall have fellows.
Devit. They are gone past hearing, now to taske Devitry, help, help, as you are men help; some charitable hand, relieve a poor distressed miserable wretch, thieves, wicked thieves have robb'd me; bound me.
Prot. 'Foot, would they had gagg'd you too, your noise will betray us, and fetch them again.
Devit. What blessed tongue spake to me, where, where where are you Sir?
Prot. A plague of your bawling throat, we are well enough if you have the grace to be thankful for't, do but snore to me, and 'tis as much as I desire, to pass away time with, till morning, then talk as loud as you please Sir, I am bound not to stir, therefore lie still and snore I say.
Devit. Then you have met with thieves too I see.
Prot. And desire to meet with no more of them.
Devit. Alas, what can we suffer more? they are far enough by this time; have they not all, all that we have Sir?