[Exeunt omnes: manet Merrie.
Mer. Do what you can, cast all your wits about,
Rake kennells, gutters, seeke in everie place,
Yet I will overgoe your cunning heads,
If Williams and my sister hold their tongues.
My neighbours holdes not me in least suspect,
Weighing of my former conversation.
Were Beeches boy well conveid awaie,
Ide hope to overblow this stormie day.
[Exit.
[SCENE V.]
Enter Falleria, Sostrata, Allenso, Pertillo, and two Murtherers booted.
Fall. Now little cooze, you are content to goe,
From me your Unckle and your loving Aunt,
Your faithfull cozen, and your dearest friendes:
And all to come to be a skilfull man,
In learned artes and happy sciences?
Per, I am content, because it pleaseth you.
My father bid I should obey your will,
And yeelde my selfe to your discretion:
Besides my cozen gave me yesternight,
A prettie nag to ride to Padua.
Of all my friends Allenso loves me best.
Fall. I thinke thou art inspir'd with prophesie: [To the people. He loves thee better then I would he did.— Why, wherefore think you so, my prettie Nephew?
Per. Because he taught me how to say my prayers,
To ride a horse, to start the fearfull hare.
He gave this dagger to me yester night,
This little Ring, and many pretie things;
For which, kind cooze, I rest your true debtor,
And one day I will make you recompence.
Fall. I, with thy lands and goods thou leav'st behinde.