Michael.—No, but my mistress, for I fear she’ll tell.
Susan.—Tush, Michael; fear not her, she’s wise enough.
Mosbie. Sirrah Michael, give’s a cup of beer.—
Mistress Arden, here’s to your husband.
Alice. My husband!
Franklin. What ails you, woman, to cry so suddenly?
Alice. Ah, neighbours, a sudden qualm came o’er my heart;
My husband being forth torments my mind. 310
I know something’s amiss, he is not well;
Or else I should have heard of him ere now.
Mosbie.—She will undo us through her foolishness.
Greene. Fear not, Mistress Arden, he’s well enough.
Alice. Tell not me; I know he is not well:
He was not wont for to stay thus late.
Good Master Franklin, go and seek him forth,
And if you find him, send him home to me,
And tell him what a fear he hath put me in.
Franklin.—I like not this; I pray God all be well. 320
I’ll seek him out, and find him if I can.