Geo. Yes, sir, we’ll use ’em like honest men.
Cand. Ay, well said, George, like honest men, though they be arrant knaves, for that’s the phrase of the city; help to lay up these wares.
Re-enter Viola and 1st Prentice with Officers.
Vio. Yonder he stands.
1st Off. What in a prentice-coat?
Vio. Ay, ay; mad, mad; pray take heed.
Cand. How now! what news with them?
What make they with my wife?
Officers, is she attached?—Look to your wares.
Vio. He talks to himself: oh, he’s much gone indeed.
1st Off. Pray, pluck up a good heart, be not so fearful:
Sirs, hark, we’ll gather to him by degrees.
Vio. Ay, ay, by degrees I pray: Oh me! What makes he with the lawn in his hand? He’ll tear all the ware in my shop.