Aldo. I will, I will; and yet I have a vexatious business, which calls me first another way. The rogue, my son, is certainly come over; he has been seen in town four days ago.
Wood. It is impossible: I'll not believe it.
Aldo. A friend of mine met his old man, Giles, this very morning, in quest of me; and Giles assured him, his master is lodged in this very street.
Wood. In this very street! how knows he that?
Aldo. He dogged him to the corner of it; and then my son turned back, and threatened him. But I'll find out Giles, and then I'll make such an example of my reprobate!
[Exit.
Wood. If Giles be discovered, I am undone!—Why, Gervase, where are you, sirrah! Hey, hey!
Run quickly to that betraying rascal Giles, a rogue, who would take Judas's bargain out of his hands, and undersell him. Command him strictly to mew himself up in his lodgings, till farther orders: and in case he be refractory, let him know, I have not forgot to kick and cudgel. That memento would do well for you too, sirrah.
Gerv. Thank your worship; you have always been liberal of your hands to me.
Wood. And you have richly deserved it.