Exeunt.
SCENE II.
PRODIGALITY, DICER, &c., to whom enter CONSTABLE, making hue and cry, and HOST.[411]
CON. Thieves, neighbours, thieves! come forth, beset the country.
PROD. Hark! list a while, what might this clamour be?
DICER. 'Zwounds, we are undone, Prodigality;
The constables come after with hue and cry.
TOSS. O Cerberus, what shall we do?
PROD. Stand back, lie close, and let them pass by.
[They retire.
CON. Thieves, thieves! O vile, O detestable deed!
Thieves, neighbours! come forth, away, abroad with speed.
Where dwell these constables?