Grimes. You wonnot murder? helpe Captain, Mr. Crackby, Tim!
Enter Omnes.
Omnes. How now! how now! what's the matter?
Lov. Whoop! hell broke loose! tis good to shun the Divell. [Exit.
Grimes. Not if you meet him in the likenes of a bottle of Sack, good Steward.[92]
Tim. Why this is excellent.
Suc. Grimes, let me hugg thee, thou sonn of witt.
Grimes. Nay, letts not leave him thus.
Crac. Leade on, weele follow.
[Exeunt Omnes.