Jar. You must pardon my boldness in coming into your bed-chamber: there is a gentleman slain in a fray at the door yonder, and the people won't be persuaded but that he that did it took this house. There is a constable, churchwardens, and all the head-men of the parish be now searching; and they say they will come up hither to your bed-chamber, but they'll find him. I'll keep them down as long as I can; I can do no more than I can. [Exit.
Wid. Are not you the murderer, sir?
Alex. I ha' been under thy bed, by this hand, this three hours.
Wid. Pray, get you down then: they will all come up, and find you here and all, and what will the parish think then? Pray get you down.
Alex. No, no, no; I will not go down, now I think on't. [Makes himself unready.[95]
Wid. Why, what do you mean; you will not be so uncivil to unbrace you here?
Alex. By these buckles, I will, and what will they think on't——
Wid. Alas! you will undo me.
Alex. No, no, I will undo myself, look ye.
Wid. Good sir.