Vio. Help, help! my brother will be murdered.
Re-enter Candido.
Cand. How now, what coil is here? forbear I say. [Exeunt all the Prentices except the 1st and 2nd.
Geo. He calls us flat-caps, and abuses us.
Cand. Why, sirs, do such examples flow from me?
Vio. They’re of your keeping, sir. Alas, poor brother.
Fus. I’faith they ha’ peppered me, sister; look, dost not spin? call you these prentices? I’ll ne’er play at cards more when clubs is trump: I have a goodly coxcomb, sister, have I not?
Cand. Sister and brother? brother to my wife?
Fus. If you have any skill in heraldry, you may soon know that; break but her pate, and you shall see her blood and mine is all one.