Burr. Come, sirrah; I'll take pity on you to-night: You shall lie in the truckle-bed.
Trice. Pox o' this noise! it has disturbed me from such a dream of eating!—[Exeunt.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Enter Constance and Isabella.
Const. Twas ill luck to have the meeting broke last night, just as Setstone was coming towards him.
Isa. But, in part of recompence, you'll have the pleasure of putting him on farther straits. O, these little mischiefs are meat and drink to me.
Const. He shall tell me from whence he has his money: I am resolved now to try him to the utmost.
Isa. I would devise something for him to do, which he could not possibly perform.
Const. As I live, yonder he comes, with the jewel in his hand he promised me. Pr'ythee, leave me alone with him.
Isa. Speed the plough! If I can make no sport, I'll hinder none. I'll to my knight, Sir Timorous; shortly you shall hear news from Dametas[A].