Flu. Why then farewell:
I’ll bear away the beaker by this light.
Cand. That’s as you please; ’tis very good.
Flu. Nay, it doth please me, and as you say, ’tis a very good one. Farewell Signor Candido.
Pio. Farewell Candido.
Cand. You’re welcome gentlemen.
Cas. Art not moved yet?
I think his patience is above our wit.
[Exeunt Castruchio, Fluello carrying off the beaker, and Pioratto.
Geo. I told you before, mistress, they were all cheaters.
Vio. Why fool! why husband! why madman! I hope you will not let ’em sneak away so with a silver and gilt beaker, the best in the house too.—Go, fellows, make hue and cry after them.
Cand. Pray let your tongue lie still, all will be well.—
Come hither, George, hie to the constable,
And in calm order wish him to attach them;
Make no great stir, because they’re gentlemen,
And a thing partly done in merriment.
’Tis but a size above a jest thou knowest,
Therefore pursue it mildly. Go begone,
The constable’s hard by, bring him along,—make haste again. [Exit George.