Mat. Going? a deep bowl of wine for Signor Candido.
Orl. He would be going.
Cand. I’ll rather stay than go so: stop your bowl.
Enter Constable and Billmen.
Lod. How now?
Bots. Is’t Shrove-Tuesday, that these ghosts walk?[303]
Mat. What’s your business, sir?
Const. From the duke: you are the man we look for, signor. I have warrant here from the duke, to apprehend you upon felony for robbing two pedlars: I charge you i’th’ duke’s name go quickly.
Mat. Is the wind turned? Well: this is that old wolf, my father-in-law:—seek out your mistress, sirrah.