_Enter_ CONSTABLE _and other_ WATCHMEN, _and_ SHAPE _among 'em, bringing in_ CREDULOUS _and_ CASTER. SHAPE. Most certain, these are two of them: for this Old knave, I'll take my oath that he is one. CON. Confess, confess: where are your other comrades? CRE. I am as honest as the skin that is Between thy brows. CON. What skin between my brows? What skin, thou knave? I am a Christian; And, what is more, a constable! What skin?[232] SIR T. You are mistaken, friends. CON. I cry you mercy. SHAPE. The constable may call you anything In the king's name, upon suspicion. SIR T. We're cheated, friends: these men o' th' ordinary Have gull'd us all this while, and now are gone. CAS. I am undone! Ne'er let me live, if that I did not think they would gull me. I perceive Fancy doth much: see, how 'tis come to pass! CRE. Where is my son? God bless, him! Where is Andrew? Pray God they have not taken him along: He hath a perilous wit to be a cheat; H'd quickly come to be his Majesty's taker. CON. I took one Andrew Credulous this morning In dishonest adultery with a trull; And if he be your son, he is in prison. CRE. Their villainy, o' my life! Now, as I am A freeman and a grocer, I had rather have Found forty pounds. I pray, go fetch him. [_Exit_ OFFICER. SIR T. I'm sorry that your son takes these lewd courses; He is not fit to make a husband of. CRE. Do not condemn before you hear. I'll warrant, Though he be guilty, yet he's innocent. MOTH. Hent[233] him, for dern love, hent him; I done drad His visage foul, yfrounc'd[234] with glowing eyne. HAVE. I come t' excuse my ruder usage of you; I was in drink when that I did it: 'twas The plot of those base knaves, I hear, are gone, To teach me valour by the strength of wine; Naming that courage which was only fury: It was not wilfully. MOTH. I do not rech One bean for all. This buss is a blive guerdon.[235] Hence carlishnesse yferre. 'Tis a sooth saw, Had I but venged all mine herme, Mine cloak had not been furred half so werme. _Enter_ OFFICERS _with_ ANDREW, PRISCILLA, _and the_ _four that were taken at the window singing._ CRE. Now, sir, you shall hear all. Come, Andrew, tell me, How cam'st thou hither? AND. Truly, Master Meanwell Told me that I should meet with Mistress Jane; And there I found her chambermaid! CRE. D' y' see? Your chambermaid, Sir Thomas! Out, you whore. AND. Take heed what you say, father; she's my wife. CRE. I would thou'rt in thy grave, then; 'twere the better Fortune o' th' two. PRIS. Indeed, this reverend man join'd us i' th' prison. CHRIS. Marriage is a bond; So no place fitter to perform it in!