Mosbie. Ah, Master Arden, ‘now I can take you.’
[Then Will pulls him down with a towel.
Arden. Mosbie! Michael! Alice! what will you do?
Will. Nothing but take you up, sir, nothing else. 240
Mosbie. There’s for the pressing iron you told me of. [Stabs him.
Shakebag. And there’s for the ten pound in my sleeve. [Stabs him.
Alice. What! groans thou? nay, then give me the weapon!
Take this for hindering Mosbie’s love and mine. [She stabs him.
Michael. O, mistress!
Will. Ah, that villain will betray us all.
Mosbie. Tush, fear him not; he will be secret.