Mosbie. How cam’st thou so berayed?
Will. With making false footing in the dark;
He needs would follow them without a guide. 60
Alice. Here’s to pay for a fire and good cheer:
Get you to Feversham to the Flower-de-luce,
And rest yourselves until some other time.
Greene. Let me alone; it most concerns my state.
Will. Ay, Mistress Arden, this will serve the turn,
In case we fall into a second fog.
[Exeunt Greene, Will, and Shakebag.
Mosbie. These knaves will never do it, let us give it over.
Alice. First tell me how you like my new device:
Soon, when my husband is returning back,
You and I both marching arm in arm, 70
Like loving friends, we’ll meet him on the way,
And boldly beard and brave him to his teeth.
When words grow hot and blows begin to rise,
I’ll call those cutters forth your tenement,
Who, in a manner to take up the fray,
Shall wound my husband Hornsby to the death.
Mosbie. A fine device! why, this deserves a kiss.
[Exeunt.