WEN. How now: what's the matter, Frank?
ILF. I am fallen into the hands of Serjeants: I am arrested.
BAR. How, arrested? a gentleman in our company?
ILF. Put up, put up; for sin's sake put up; let's not all sup in the
Counter to night; let me speak with Master Gripe the creditor.
GRIPE. Well, what say you to me, sir?
ILF. You have arrested me here, Master Gripe.
GRIPE. Not I, sir; the serjeants have.
ILF. But at your suit, Master Gripe: yet hear me, as I am a gentleman.
GRIPE. I rather you could say as you were an honest man, and then I might believe you.
ILF. Yet hear me.