Coun. I told you a Rogue I ne're saw him before, I.
Pha. Madam who did it?
Are. Some dishonest wretch, Alas I know him not,
And do forgive him.
Coun. He's hurt too, he cannot go far, I made my Fathers old Fox flie about his ears.
Pha. How will you have me kill him?
Are. Not at all, 'tis some distracted fellow.
Pha. By this hand, I'le leave ne'er a piece of him bigger than a Nut, and bring him all in my Hat.
Are. Nay, good Sir;
If you do take him, bring him quick to me,
And I will study for a punishment,
Great as his fault.
Pha. I will.
Are. But swear.