Enter 2d Watchman and Slicer.
2d Watch. There's no place left unsearch'd but pots and mouseholes.
Slicer. They're either gone or in the house, that's certain.
2d Watch. That cannot be: the doors were shut, I'm sure,
And so they could not get out; the rooms then are
All search'd, and so they cannot be within.
Slicer. I'll lay my neck to a farthing, then, they're vanish'd.
Hear. Sunk like the Queen; they'll rise at Queenhive, sure![231]
Enter Constable and other Watchmen, and Shape among 'em, bringing in Credulous and Caster.
Shape. Most certain, these are two of them: for this
Old knave, I'll take my oath that he is one.
Con. Confess, confess: where are your other comrades?
Cre. I am as honest as the skin that is
Between thy brows.