Br. Why, but what is’t you are in for, sir?
Sec. For my sins, for my sins, sir, whereof marriage is the greatest. O, had I never married, I had never known this purgatory, to which hell is a kind of cool bath in respect; my wife’s confederacy, sir, with old Touchstone, that she might keep her jubilee and the feast of her new moon. Do you understand me, sir? 30
Qu. Good sir, go in and talk with him. The light does him harm, and his example will be hurtful to the weak prisoners. Fie! father Security, that you’ll be still so profane! Will nothing humble you?
[Exeunt Security, Bramble, and Holdfast.[114]
Enter two Prisoners, with a Friend.
Fr. What’s he?
1st Pr. O, he is a rare young man! Do you not know him?
Fr. Not I. I never saw him, I can remember.
2nd Pr. Why, it is he that was the gallant prentice of London—Master Touchstone’s man. 40