[Enter Drawer.
—Sirra, I charge you set a padlock upon that Chamber doore; there is a dangerous fellow must be brought to his purgation. And looke all the goods that he hath vomitted be forthcomeing, while we discreetly goe and enforme the Magistrates.—At your perill, sirra, at your perill seale up the Doore; and do you pay the reckoninge.
Un. Sir Richard is a Justice. There's your money, and yet wee need not pay; the gentleman hath left enough for the Reckoning in the next Roome.
Un. I ha made him fast, you are very welcome, gentlemen. All's paid in the Percullis.
[Exeunt.
[SCENE 3.]
Enter Courtwell and Sister.
Sis. Ile walke no further; if you have a secret
To impart, you need not feare this place; the trees
And hedges will not listen. What's the business?
I hope your phlegmatick stock of verse is spent.
Cou. Why then in prose, the worst that I can speake in, I doe not love you, Lady.
Sis. How? you ha not Traind me thus farr to tell me that?