[Exeunt[199] Wife and Daughter.
Enter Provost & Guard.
Pro. What makes this fellow here? Whether would ye, Sir?
Serv. Sir, to desire accesse unto my Lord
Were to ask that I know must be denide,
And therefore I forbeare it; but intreating
What cannot wrong you in the graunt, I hope
To find you curteous.
Pro. What's the Suit?
Serv. This onely:
My Lord, your prisoner, for my service gave me
A poore house with an Orchard in the Cuntry.
The fruites of which he did not scorne to taste of
In th'height of his prosperitie; but of all
That pleasd his pallat there was one faire tree,
On which theis Peares grew, which by his appointment
Were still reservd for him, and as a Rent
Due for my Living I stood bound to tender.
Theis, yf you please, the last I shall pay to him,
I would present him with, by what Attorney
Your goodnes shall prescribe me.
Prov. They are faire Peares, Exceeding faire ones: ile make bold with one, The rest beare to him.
Serv. [aside[200] All wilbe discoverd, I am glad I am got off, yet. [Exit.
Enter Provosts Wife[201].
Prov. What make you here? Do you come to traile a pike or use a Musket?