Sir Dav. Sir, sir, sir! constable! watch! stocks! stocks! stocks! murder! [Exit.
Cour. Huzza, Beaugard!
Re-enter Beaugard and Sir Jolly Jumble.
Four. Well, sir, the business is done; we have bargained to murder you.
Beau. Murdered! who's to be murdered, ha, Fourbin?
Sir Jol. You are to be murdered, friend; you shall be murdered, friend.
Beau. But how am I to be murdered? who's to murder me, I beseech you?
Four. Your humble servant, Fourbin; I am the man, with your worship's leave: Sir Davy has given me this gold to do it handsomely.
Beau. Sir Davy! uncharitable cur; what! murder an honest fellow for being civil to his family! What can this mean, gentlemen?