1 Cred. No farther, looke to ’em at your owne perill. [135]
2 Cred. No, as they please: their Master’s a good man.
I would they were the Burmudas.
Saylor. You must no further.
The prison limits you, and the Creditors
Exact the strictnesse.
Rom. Out you wooluish mungrells!
Whose braynes should be knockt out, like dogs in Iuly, [140]
Leste your infection poyson a whole towne.
Char. They grudge our sorrow: your ill wills perforce
Turnes now to Charity: they would not haue vs
Walke too farre mourning, vsurers reliefe
Grieues, if the Debtors haue too much of griefe. [145]
Exeunt.
[SCENE II]
[A Room in Rochfort’s House.]
Enter Beaumelle: Florimell: Bellapert.
Beau. I prithee tell me, Florimell, why do women marry?