FRISKIBALL.
Not yet I cannot, for the Lord Chancellor
Hath here commanded me to wait on him,
For what I know not: pray God tis for my good.
BANISTER.
never make doubt of that; I’ll warrant you,
He is as kind a noble gentleman
As ever did possess the place he hath.
MISTRESS BANISTER.
Sir, my brother is his steward; if you please,
We’ll go along and bear you company:
I know we shall not want for welcome there.
FRISKIBALL.
With all my heart: but what’s become of Bagot?
BANISTER.
He is hanged, for buying jewels of the King’s.
FRISKIBALL.
A just reward for one so impious.
The time draws on, sir; will you go along?
BANISTER.
I’ll follow you, kind master Friskiball.
[Exit Omnes.]
ACT IV. SCENE III. The same. Another street.
[Enter two Merchants.]