Pe. Forgive me, father.
To. Speak no more; all former passages are forgotten; and here my word shall release you. Thank this worthy brother, and kind friend, Francis.—Master Wolf, I am their bail.
[A shout in the prison.
Sec. Master Touchstone! Master Touchstone!
To. Who’s that?
Wo. Security, sir.
Sec. Pray you, sir, if you’ll be won with a song, hear my lamentable tune too! 144
Song.
O Master Touchstone,
My heart is full of woe;
Alas, I am a cuckold!
And why should it be so?
Because I was a usurer
And bawd, as all you know, 150
For which, again I tell you,
My heart is full of woe.