Alice. Ah, Master Greene, did you see my husband lately?
Greene. I saw him walking behind the Abbey even now.
Here enters Franklin.
Alice. I do not like this being out so late.—
Master Franklin, where did you leave my husband?
Franklin. Believe me I saw him not since morning.
Fear you not, he’ll come anon; meantime 290
You may do well to bid his guests sit down.
Alice. Ay, so they shall; Master Bradshaw, sit you there;
I pray you, be content, I’ll have my will.
Master Mosbie, sit you in my husband’s seat.
Michael.—Susan, shall thou and I wait on them?
Or, an thou sayest the word, let us sit down too.
Susan.—Peace, we have other matters now in hand.
I fear me, Michael, all will be bewrayed.
Michael.—Tush, so it be known that I shall marry thee
in the morning, I care not though I be hanged ere
night. But to prevent the worst, I’ll buy some ratsbane. 301
Susan.—Why, Michael, wilt thou poison thyself?