_Host_. To search through my house! I have no Varlets, no knaves, no stewd prunes, no she fierie phagies [faces?]; my Chambers are swept, my sinkes are all scowred, the honest shall come in, the knaves shall goe by; yet will I, maister Constable, goe search through my house, I care not a sheepes skin. _Const_. We are compeld to doe it, mine host; a Gentleman is robd last night, & we are to search every privy corner. _Host_. Mine host is true Mettall, a man of reputation, a true _Holefernes_, he loves juice of grapes, and welcom, maister Constable. [_Exit_. _Acut_. _Graccus_, how likst thou this? _Grac_. Excellent, for now must he needes fall into Constables hands, and if he have any grace, twil appear in his face, when he shall be carried through the streete in a white sheet; twill be a good penance for his fault. _Hostis_. Now fortune favour that my husband find him not. _Cittie wife_. Heele be horne mad & never able to indure it: why, woman, if he had but as much man in him as a Maribone, heele take the burthen uppon his own necke and never discover you. _Hostis_. Alas, heere they come, lets away, Gossip. [_Exeunt_. _Phy_. _Fortune_,[313] _my foe, why doost, &c_. _Acut_. Oh fye, thats bitter prethe goe comfort him. _Grac_. Faith he should be innocent by his garment; Signior, I grieve for this, but if I can help, looke for it. _Phy_. I thanke ye, sir. _Const_. We must contaminate our office, pray regard us as little as ye can. [_Exit_. _Accut_. Me thinkes this shold put him quite out of tune now, so let him goe now to mine Host; theres he and hee, and hee, Theres shee, and she, ile have a bout with all: And critiques honneys sweetest mixt with gal. [_Exeunt_. [_Scene_ 2.] _Enter Host, Cornutus_. _Host_. Goe to, there's knaves in my house! I know of no Varlets, I have an eye has his sence, a brain that can reach, I have bene cald Polititian, my wife is my wife. I am her top, i'me her head: if mine Host say the word, the Mouse[314] shall be dun. _Corn_. Not so my sweet Host, mum, mum, no words against your wife; he that meanes to live quiet, to sleep in cleane sheetes, a Pillowe under his head, his dyet drest cleanely, mum, mum, no words against his wife. _Host_. Thar't a foole, thar't a foole, bee rulde by mine host, shew thy self a brave man, of the true seede of _Troy_, a gallant _Agamemnon_; tha'st a shrew to thy wife, if shee crosse thy brave humors, kicke thy heele at her huckle[315] bone. _Enter Accutus_. _Acut_. Gentles, most happily encountered, how good hap hath turnd two labours into one! I was addrest to both, and at once I have met both, sure I must intreate that you must not deny. _Host_. Say on, my sweete bullie, mine Host will attend thee; speake roundly to the purpose, and welcome, my bullie.