SIR WIL. He is my kinsman.
LORD. Being in the pit, where many do fall in,
We will both comfort him and counsel him.
[Exeunt.
ACT IV.
A noise within, crying Follow, follow, follow! then enter BUTLER, THOMAS and JOHN SCARBOROW, with money-bags.
THOM. What shall we do now, butler?
BUT. A man had better line a good handsome pair of gallows before his time, than be born to do these sucklings good, their mother's milk not wrung out of their nose yet; they know no more how to behave themselves in this honest and needful calling of pursetaking, than I do to piece stockings.
WITHIN. This way, this way, this way!
BOTH. 'Sfoot, what shall we do now?
BUT. See if they do not quake like a trembling asp-leaf, and look more miserable than one of the wicked elders pictured in the painted cloth.[399] Should they but come to the credit to be arraigned for their valour before a worshipful bench, their very looks would hang 'em, and they were indicted but for stealing of eggs.