ROB. But if she steal, and jealous eyes espy,
She will be sure condemn'd of burglary.
GLO. Ha! crake! can your low stumps venture so deep
Into affection's stream? go to, you wanton!
What want we now? my nightcap! O, 'tis here.
So now no Gloster, but old Fauconbridge.
Hark, the search knocks; I'll let them in myself:
Welcome, good fellows; ha! what is't you lack?
Enter REDCAP, with two others[493].
RED. Ma-master Co-Constable, se-se-search you th-that way; a-and, you ho-honest man, th-that way. I'll ru-run th-this way m-my own se-self.
[They disperse themselves.
GLO. What search you for? what is it you would have?
Enter BLOCK.
BLO. Madam, what shall I do to these brown-bill fellows? some run into the wine cellar; some here, some there.
GLO. Let them alone; let them search their fills.
BLO. I'll look to their fingers for all that.