Godf.  Neather styrre In payne of too Frensh crownes, and they so crack[t] Never more to passe for currant.

Ashb.  That presume.

Mild.  Misery of miseryes!  I am bound hand and foote, And yet boath legges and armes at liberty.

Godf.  Yes by the lawe cald Stafforde.

    Enter Mr. Raphael, Mr. Treadway and the Clowne.

Raph.  Durst then the slave use my Palestra thus, And dragge her by the heyre from sanctuary?

Clowne.  Most trew, Syr.

Raph.  Why did’st not kill him?

Clowne.  If I had had but a swoard I had doon’t, but I sought the villadge through and cold find neare a cutter.

Raph.  Weare there no skattered stones lye in the streete To have beate his breynes out?

Clowne.  Not a stone to throwe att a dogg.

Raph.  Had’st thou not heeles

Clowne.  Yes to have kickt him lyke a dogge, but I reserved them to roon the more nimbly about your busines.

Pal.  I nowe spye a newe sanctuary, his armes,
In which I may pursue security. 
My Raphael!

Raph.  My Palestra, art thou safe? 
Beefore I give due thankes to this good man,
Which tyme shall paye in all pluralityes,
Oh shewe mee but that monster of mankind
And shame of men on whom to bee revendgd!

Mild.  The storme at sea was not more terrible Then this the land now threatens; againe undoone, Over and over wretched!

Clowne.  See the limbe Of his ould syre the Devill.

Raph.  Perjured slave! 
Perfidious, but that I abhore to take
The hangman’s office from him, this should open
A doore by which thy black soule should fly out
Unto assured damnation.

Tread.  Bee more patient; Proceede with him after a legal course, And bee not sweyde by fury.

Raph.  Well advys’d:  What can thy false toonge pleide in thy excuse, Thou volume of all vyces?

Mild.  Why, what not?

Raph.  Is thy hart sear’d, thy browe made impudent,
And all thy malefactions crownd[110] with lyes
Against just testates and apparent truthes? 
When I had payde full ransom for this pryze,
Why didst thou beare her hence?

Mild.  I did not doo’t,—­ These bee my witnes; have I borne her hence When I have brought her to thee?

Raph.  Thy bawdes rhethorick Shall not excuse thee thus.  Frends guarde him safe.

Clowne.  We will see his fooles coate guarded,[111] ey and reguarded too from slipping out of our fingers.

Godf.[112] Weel finde amongst us more then ... him; fower elbowes elbowe him off all sydes, gentlemen.  It shall appeare beefore hee parts with us that hee hathe shewed him self no better then a coxcomb.