Re-enter Ronca, disguised.
Ron. Signior Antonio,
What ails you?
Trin. Ronca, a rogue, a cutpurse,
Hath robb'd me of five twenty-shilling pieces.
Ron. What kind of man was he—something like me?
Trin. H' had such a thievish countenance as your own,
But that he wore a black patch o'er his eye.
Ron. Met you with Ronca? 'Tis the cunning'st nimmer
Of the whole company of Cutpurse Hall:
I am sorry I was not here to warn you of him.
[Exit.
SCENE VIII.
Furbo, Bevilona, Trincalo.