To a commander.
Cler. Goe to! I must doo't.
Stand and be searcht; you know mee.
Mail. You forget
What tis to be a captaine, and your selfe.
Cler. Stand, or I vow to heaven, Ile make you lie,215
Never to rise more.
Mail. If a man be mad,
Reason must beare him.
Cler. So coy to be searcht?