QUAR. Has he? EDG. Sir, I cry you mercy, I'll not hinder the poor man's profit; pray you, mistake me not. COKES. Sir, I take you for an honest gentleman, if that be mistaking; I met you to-day afore: ha! humph! O Lord! my purse is gone, my purse, my purse, my purse! WASPE. Come do not make a stir, and cry yourself an ass thorough the Fair afore your time. COKES. Why, hast thou it, Numps? good Numps, how came you by it, I marle? WASPE. I pray you seek some other gamester to play the fool with; you may lose it time enough, for all your Fair wit. COKES. By this good hand, glove and all, I have lost it already if thou hast it not; feel else, and mistress Grace's handkerchief too, out of the t'other pocket. WASPE. Why, 'tis well, very well, exceeding pretty and well. EDG. Are you sure you have lost it, sir? COKES. O Lord! yes; as I am an honest man, I had it but e'en now, at _Youth, youth._ NIGHT. I hope you suspect not me, sir? EDG. Thee! that were a jest indeed! dost thou think the gentleman is foolish? where hadst thou hands, I pray thee? Away, ass, away! [_Exit Nightingale._ OVER. I shall be beaten again, if I be spied. [_Aside, retiring._ EDG. Sir, I suspect an odd fellow, yonder, is stealing away. MRS. OVER. Brother, it is the preaching fellow: you shall suspect him. He was at your t'other purse, you know! [_Seizes Overdo._]--Nay, stay, sir, and view the work you have done; an you be beneficed at the gallows, and preach there, thank your own handy-work. COKES. Sir, you shall take no pride in your preferment, you shall be silenced quickly. [_They seize Overdo._ OVER. What do you mean, sweet buds of gentility? COKES. To have my pennyworths out on you, bud. No less than two purses a day serve you! I thought you a simple fellow, when my man Numps beat you in the morning, and pitied you. MRS. OVER. So did I. I'll be sworn, brother; but now I see he is a lewd and pernicious enormity, as master Overdo calls him. OVER. Mine own words turn'd upon me like swords! [_Aside._ COKES. Cannot a man's purse be at quiet for you in the master's pocket, but you must entice it forth, and debauch it! [_Overdo is carried off._ WASPE. Sir, sir, keep your debauch, and your fine Bartholomew terms to yourself, and make as much on 'em as you please. But give me this from you in the mean time; I beseech you, see if I can look to this. COKES. Why, Numps?