BRI. What, has he made an escape! which way? follow, neighbour Haggise. [_Exeunt Haggise and Watch._ _Enter DAME PURECRAFT._ PURE. O me, in the stocks! have the wicked prevail'd? BUSY. Peace, religious sister, it is my calling, comfort yourself; an extraordinary calling, and done for my better standing, my surer standing, hereafter. _Enter TROUBLEALL, with a can._ TRO. By whose warrant, by whose warrant, this? QUAR. O, here's my man dropt in I look'd for. OVER. Ha! PURE. O, good sir, they have set the faithful here to be wonder'd at; and provided holes for the holy of the land. TRO. Had they warrant for it? shew'd they justice Overdo's hand? if they had no warrant, they shall answer it. _Re-enter HAGGISE._ BRI. Sure you did not lock the stocks sufficiently, neighbour Toby. HAG. No! see if you can lock them better. BRI. They are very sufficiently lock'd, and truly; yet something is in the matter. TRO. True, your warrant is the matter that is in question; by what warrant? BRI. Madman, hold your peace, I will put you in his room else in the very same hold, do you see? QUAR. How, is he a madman? TRO. Shew me justice Overdo's warrant, I obey you. HAG. You are a mad fool, hold your tongue. [_Exeunt Haggise and Bristle._ TRO. In justice Overdo's name, I drink to you, and here's my warrant. [_Shews his can._ OVER. Alas, poor wretch! how it yearns my heart for him! [_Aside._ QUAR. If he be mad, it is in vain to question him. I'll try him though.--Friend, there was a gentlewoman shew'd you two names some hours since, Argalus and Palemon, to mark in a book; which of them was it you mark'd? TRO. I mark no name but Adam Overdo, that is the name of names, he only is the sufficient magistrate; and that name I reverence, shew it me. QUAR. This fellow's mad indeed: I am further off now than afore. OVER. I shall not breathe in peace till I have made him some amends. [_Aside._ QUAR. Well, I will make another use of him is come in my head: I have a nest of beards in my trunk, one something like his. _Re-enter BRISTLE and HAGGISE._ BRI. This mad fool has made me that I know not whether I have lock'd the stocks or no; I think I lock'd them. [_Tries the locks._ TRO. Take Adam Overdo in your mind, and fear nothing. BRI. 'Slid, madness itself! hold thy peace, and take that. [_Strikes him._ TRO. Strikest thou without a warrant? take thou that. [_They fight, and leave open the stocks in the scuffle._ BUSY. We are delivered by miracle; fellow in fetters, let us not refuse the means; this madness was of the spirit: the malice of the enemy hath mock'd itself. [_Exeunt Busy and Overdo._ PURE. Mad do they call him! the world is mad in error, but he is mad in truth: I love him o' the sudden (the cunning man said all true) and shall love him more and more. How well it becomes a man to be mad in truth! O, that I might be his yoke-fellow, and be mad with him, what a many should we draw to madness in truth with us! [_Exit._