[Exeunt.]
GENTLEMAN.
So,
Vex out your Lungs without doors. I am proud,
It was my hap to help him; it fell fit.
He went not empty neither for his wit.
Alas, poor wretch, I could not blame his brain
To labour his delivery, to be free
From their unpitying fangs—I’m glad it stood
Within my power to do a Scholar good.
[Exit.]
SCENE V. A room in the Marshalsea prison.
[Enter in the Prison, meeting, George and Captain, George coming in muffled.]
CAPTAIN.
How now, who’s that? what are you?
PYE.
The same that I should be, Captain.
CAPTAIN. George Pye-board, honest George? why camst thou in half fac’d, muffled so?
PYE. Oh, Captain, I thought we should ne’er ha laught again, never spent frolick hour again.
CAPTAIN.
Why? why?