Wilt thou be married to so base a trull? 30 ’Tis Mosbie’s sister: come I once at home, I’ll rouse her from remaining in my house. Now, Master Franklin, let us go walk in Paul’s; Come but a turn or two, and then away. [_Exeunt._ _Greene._ The first is Arden, and that’s his man, The other is Franklin, Arden’s dearest friend. _Will._ Zounds, I’ll kill them all three. _Greene._ Nay, sirs, touch not his man in any case; But stand close, and take you fittest standing, And at his coming forth speed him: 40 To the Nag’s Head, there is this coward’s haunt. But now I’ll leave you till the deed be done. [_Exit Greene._ _Shakebag._ If he be not paid his own, ne’er trust Shakebag. _Will._ Sirrah Shakebag, at his coming forth I’ll run him through, and then to the Blackfriars, and there take water and away. _Shakebag._ Why, that’s the best; but see thou miss him not. _Will._ How can I miss him, when I think on the forty angels I must have more? _Here enters Prentice._ _Prentice._ ’Tis very late; I were best shut up my stall, for here will be old filching, when the press comes forth of Paul’s. 52 [_Then lets he down his window, and it breaks Black Will’s head._ _Will._ Zounds, draw, Shakebag, I am almost killed. _Prentice._ We’ll tame you, I warrant. _Will._ Zounds, I am tame enough already. _Here enters Arden, Franklin, and Michael._ _Arden._ What troublesome fray or mutiny is this? _Franklin._ ’Tis nothing but some brabling paltry fray, Devised to pick men’s pockets in the throng. _Arden._ Is’t nothing else? come, Franklin, let’s away. [_Exeunt._ _Will._ What ’mends shall I have for my broken head? 60 _Prentice._ Marry, this ’mends, that if you get you not away all the sooner, you shall be well beaten and sent to the Counter. [_Exit Prentice._ _Will._ Well, I’ll be gone, but look to your signs, for I’ll pull them down all. Shakebag, my broken head grieves me not so much as by this means Arden hath escaped. _Here enters Greene._ I had a glimpse of him and his companion. _Greene._ Why, sirs, Arden’s as well as I; I met him and Franklin going merrily to the ordinary. What, dare you not do it? 71 _Will._ Yes, sir, we dare do it; but, were my consent to give again, we would not do it under ten pound more. I value every drop of my blood at a French crown. I have had ten pound to steal a dog, and we have no more here to kill a man; but that a bargain is a bargain, and so forth, you should do it yourself. _Greene._ I pray thee, how came thy head broke? _Will._ Why, thou seest it is broke, dost thou not? 79 _Shakebag._ Standing against a stall, watching Arden’s coming, a boy let down his shop-window and broke his head; whereupon arose a brawl, and in the tumult Arden escaped us and passed by unthought on. But forbearance is no acquittance; another time we’ll do it, I warrant thee.