DOC. Master Scarborow.
SCAR. I'll be with you straight, sir:
Salvation to afflicted consciences,
And not give torment to contented minds,
Who should be lamps to comfort out our way,
And not like firedrakes[438] to lead men astray,
Ay, I'll be with you straight, sir.
Enter BUTLER, [with Wife and Children].
BUT. Here's your wife and children, sir.
SCAR. Give way, then,
I have my lesson perfect; leave us here.
BUT. Yes, I will go, but I will be so near, To hinder the mishap, the which I fear. [Exit BUTLER.
SCAR. Now, sir, you know this gentlewoman?
DOC. Kind Mistress Scarborow.
SCAR. Nay, pray you keep your seat, for you shall hear
The same affliction you have taught me fear,
Due to yourself.
DOC. To me, sir?