Michael. Why, dost thou think I will betray myself?
Shakebag. In Southwark dwells a bonny northern lass,
The widow Chambly; I’ll to her house now, 250
And if she will not give me harborough,
I’ll make booty of the quean even to her smock.
Will. Shift for yourselves; we two will leave you now.
Alice. First lay the body in the counting-house.
[Then they lay the body in the Counting-house.
Will. We have our gold; Mistress Alice, adieu;
Mosbie, farewell, and Michael, farewell too.
[Exeunt.
Enter Susan.
Susan. Mistress, the guests are at the doors.
Hearken, they knock: what, shall I let them in?
Alice. Mosbie, go thou and bear them company. [Exit Mosbie.
And, Susan, fetch water and wash away this blood.