Serj. 'Tis well, 'tis wondrous well:
Is he retir'd into this house of pleasure?
Tailor. One of these he's entered:
'Tis but a little waiting, you shall find me
At the next tavern.15
Serj. Stand close; I hear one coming.[Exit
Enter Orsabrin
Orsabrin. This house is sure no seminary for Lucreces:
Then the matron was so over-diligent;
And, when I ask'd for meat or drink, she look'd
As if I had mistook myself, and call'd20
For a wrong thing.
Well, 'tis but a night; and part of it I'll spend
In seeing of this town, so famous in
Our tales at sea.
Serj. Look, look! muffled, and as melancholy after't as a25
gamester upon loss: upon him, upon him!
Orsabrin. How now, my friends; why do you use me thus?
Serj. Quietly; 'twill be your best way.
Orsabrin. Best way, for what?
Serj. Why, 'tis your best way, because there will be30
no other. Topo is the word; and you must along.
Orsabrin. Is that the word? Why, then, this is my sword.[Run away
Serj. Murder, murder, murder! h'as kill'd the Prince's
officer: murder, murder, murder!
Orsabrin. I must not stay, I hear them swarm.[Exit35
Enter Constable, People
Constable. Where is he, where is he?
Serj. Here, here! Oh, a man-mender, a man-mender!
H' as broach'd me in so many places, all
The liquor in my body will run out.
Constable. In good sooth,40
Neighbour, h'as tapp'd you at the wrong end too;
He has been busy with you here behind,
As one would say; lend a hand, some of you,
And the rest follow me.[Exeunt
Enter Orsabrin
Orsabrin. Still pursu'd! which way now? I see no passage;45
