[_Exit_ Loveby.
_Fail_. Thieves! thieves!
_Enter_ Trice, Burr, _and_ Timorous, _undressed_.
_All_. Where! where!
_Fail_. One was here just now; and it should be Loveby by his
voice, but I have no witness.
_Trice_. It cannot be; he wants no money.
_Burr_. Come, sirrah; I'll take pity on you to-night: You shall
lie in the truckle-bed.
_Trice_. Pox o' this noise! it has disturbed me from such a dream
of eating!--[Exeunt.
ACT III. SCENE I.
_Enter_ Constance _and_ Isabella.
_Const_. Twas ill luck to have the meeting broke last night, just
as Setstone was coming towards him.
_Isa_. But, in part of recompence, you'll have the pleasure of
putting him on farther straits. O, these little mischiefs are meat and
drink to me.
_Const_. He shall tell me from whence he has his money: I am
resolved now to try him to the utmost.
_Isa_. I would devise something for him to do, which he could not
possibly perform.
_Const_. As I live, yonder he comes, with the jewel in his hand
he promised me. Pr'ythee, leave me alone with him.
_Isa_. Speed the plough! If I can make no sport, I'll hinder
none. I'll to my knight, Sir Timorous; shortly you shall hear news
from Dametas[A].
[Footnote A: A foolish character in Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia, who
seems to have become proverbial.
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