WASPE. Why! because you are an ass, sir, there's a reason the shortest way, an you will needs have it: now you have got the trick of losing, you'd lose your breech an 'twere loose. I know you, sir, come, deliver [_takes the box from him_], you'll go and crack the vermin you breed now, will you? 'tis very fine; will you have the truth on't? they are such retchless flies as you are, that blow cut-purses abroad in every corner; your foolish having of money makes them. An there were no wiser than I, sir, the trade should lie open for you, sir, it should, i'faith, sir. I would teach your wit to come to your head, sir, as well as your land to come into your hand, I assure you, sir. WINW. Alack, good Numps! WASPE. Nay, gentlemen, never pity me. I am not worth it: Lord send me at home once to Harrow o' the Hill, again, if I travel any more, call me Coriat with all my heart. [_Exeunt Waspe, Cokes, and Mrs. Overdo, followed by Edgworth._ QUAR. [_stops Edgworth._] Stay, sir, I must have a word with you in private. Do you hear? EDG. With me, sir! what's your pleasure, good sir? QUAR. Do not deny it, you are a cut-purse, sir, this gentleman here and I saw you: nor do we mean to detect you, though we can sufficiently inform ourselves toward the danger of concealing you; but you must do us a piece of service. EDG. Good gentlemen, do not undo me; I am a civil young man, and but a beginner indeed. QUAR. Sir, your beginning shall bring on your ending for us: we are no catchpoles nor constables. That you are to undertake is this: you saw the old fellow with the black box here? EDG. The little old governor, sir? QUAR. That same: I see you have flown him to a mark already. I would have you get away that box from him, and bring it us. EDG. Wou'd you have the box and all, sir, or only that that is in't? I'll get you that, and leave him the box to play with still, which will be the harder of the two, because I would gain your worship's good opinion of me. WINW. He says well, 'tis the greater mastery, and 'twill make the more sport when 'tis mist. EDG. Ay, and 'twill be the longer a missing, to draw on the sport. QUAR. But look you do it now, sirrah, and keep your word, or-- EDG. Sir, if ever I break my word with a gentleman, may I never read word at my need. Where shall I find you? QUAR. Somewhere i' the Fair, hereabouts: dispatch it quickly. [_Exit Edgworth._] I would fain see the careful fool deluded! Of all beasts, I love the serious ass; he that takes pains to be one, and plays the fool with the greatest diligence that can be. GRACE. Then you would not choose, sir, but love my guardian, justice Overdo, who is answerable to that description in every hair of him. QUAR. So I have heard. But how came you, mistress Wellborn, to be his ward, or have relation to him at first?