Enter Sir Petronel, Quicksilver, Constable, Officers.
Pe. How misfortune pursues us still in our misery!
Qu. Would it had been my fortune to have been trussed up at Wapping[93] rather than ever ha’ come here!
Pe. Or mine, to have famished in the island! 191
Qu. Must Golding sit upon us?
Co. You might carry an M. under your girdle[94] to Master Deputy’s worship.
Go. What are those, Master Constable?
Co. An’t please your worship, a couple of masterless men I pressed for the Low Countries, sir.
Go. Why do you not carry ’hem to Bridewell, according to your order, they may be shipped away?
Co. An’t please your worship, one of ’hem says he is a knight; and we thought good to show him to your worship, for our discharge. 202