Lov. Honest Satan, well encountered! I am sorry, with all my heart, it is so dark. 'Faith, I should be very glad to see thee at my lodging; pr'ythee, let's not be such strangers to one another for the time to come. And what hast thou got under thy cloak there, little Satan? I warrant thou hast brought me some more money.
Fail. Help, help; thieves! thieves!
[LOVEBY lets him go.
Lov. This is Failer's voice: How the devil was I mistaken! I must get off, ere company comes in.
[Exit Loveby.
Fail. Thieves! thieves!
Enter Trice, Burr, and Timorous, undressed.
All. Where! where!
Fail. One was here just now; and it should be Loveby by his voice, but I have no witness.
Trice. It cannot be; he wants no money.