Brain-Worm: No, sir, they went in here.
Well-Bred: Oh, let's follow them. Master Matthew is gone to salute his mistress in verse. We shall have the happiness to hear some of his poetry now. He never comes impoverished.
[Exeunt.
Scene III.—Justice Clement's. Cob finds Kitely and reports the arrival of Well-Bred's party. Kitely hurries home in a panic. Enter Clement with Old Knowell and Formal.
Clement (to Cob): How now, sirrah? What make you here?
Cob: A poor neighbour of your worship, come to crave the peace of your worship; a warrant for one that has wronged me, sir; an I die within a twelvemonth and a day, I may swear by the law of the land that he killed me.
Clement: How, knave? What colour hast thou for that?
Cob: Both black and blue, an't please your worship; colour enough, I warrant you. [Baring his arm.
Clement: How began the quarrel between you?
Cob: Marry indeed, an't please your worship, only because I spake against their vagrant tobacco; for nothing else.