[Exeunt.
(SCENE 2.)
Enter Pike, shackled, & his Jaylour.
Jay. Boon Coragio, man! how is't?
Pike. Not very well & yet well enough, considering how the cheating dice of the world run.
Jay. I dare not, though I have a care of you, ease you of one Iron unles I desire such Gyves my selfe.
Pike. Las, if they were all knockt off I'me loaden with Gyves, Shackles, and fetters enough for the arrantest theefe that ever lay in my owne country in Newgate.
Jay. Shackles, gyves, and fetters enough! I see none but these at your heeles, which come on without a shoeing horne.
Pike. Yes, at my heart I weare them—a wife & children (my poore Lambes at home); there's a chaine of sighes and sobbes and sorrow, harder then any Iron; and this chaine is so long it reaches from Sherrys to Tavestock in Devonshire.
Jay. That's farre enough in Conscience.