Flav. Til then weele feede on conceite; Tully, thanke me, but for your companie I would not tarry so long; come, Tully, since we shall bee married all at one time, weele goe to bed so, and he shall be maister of the Cock-pit that bids his Gossips[292] first.
[Exeunt.
[ACT THE FOURTH.
Scene 1.]
Enter Accutus and Graccus.
Acut. Nay quicke, Graccus, least our houre forestall us, ile in and deale for your disguise; tarry thou & give mine host a share of our intent; marry, charge him to keep it as secret as his Garbage. He undoes our drift [else] and cloathes the foole in sackcloath during his life.
Gra. Ile warrant thee ile manage it with as good judgement as a Constable his charge.
Acut. And I mine as a watchman his office.
Gra. Better, I hope; well about it.
[Exit [Acutus].