And glorified your wits, the more ye wronged him;
Within this hour ye shall have all your Creditours,
A second dish of new debts, come upon ye,
And new invitements to the whip, Don Diego,
And Excommunications for the learned Curate,
A Masque of all your furies shall dance to ye.
Ars.
You dare not use us thus?
Bar.
You shall be bob'd, Gentlemen,