PUT. Nay, be sure of it, we’ll search him! and make him light enough.
[Enter the Gentleman.]
RAVEN.
Oh, here comes the Gentleman. By your leave, sir.
GENTLEMAN.
God you god den, sirs,—would you speak with me?
PUT. No, not with your worship, sir; only we are bold to stay for a friend of ours that went in with your worship.
GENTLEMAN.
Who? not the scholar?
PUT.
Yes, e’en he, and it please your worship.
GENTLEMAN.
Did he make you stay for him? he did you wrong, then: why,
I can assure you he’s gone above an hour ago.
RAVEN.
How, sir?
GENTLEMAN. I paid him his money, and my man told me he went out at back-door.