Br. I would speak with one Security, that is prisoner here.
Ho. Y’are welcome, sir. Stay there, I’ll call him to you. Master Security!
Sec. Who calls?
Ho. Here’s a gentleman would speak with you.
Sec. What is he? Is’t one that grafts my forehead now I am in prison, and comes to see how the horns shoot up and prosper? 10
Ho. You must pardon him, sir; the old man is a little crazed with his imprisonment.
Sec. What say you to me, sir? Look you here.—My learned counsel, Master Bramble! cry you mercy, sir! When saw you my wife?
Br. She is now at my house, sir; and desired me that I would come to visit you, and inquire of you your case, that we might work some means to get you forth. 18
Sec. My case,[113] Master Bramble, is stone walls and iron grates; you see it, this is the weakest part on’t. And for getting me forth, no means but hang myself, and so to be carried forth, from which they have here bound me in intolerable bands.