_Ju._ What is it? Treason? _Lur._ 'Tis little better, I can tell you I have lodg'd A crew of the most rank and desperate villains: They talk of robberies and waies they did 'em; And how they left men bound i[n] their studies. _Ju._ With Books and Ballads? _Lur._ That Sir, that, and murders, And thousand knaveries more, they're very rich Sir, In Money, Jewels, Chains, and a hundred more Devices. _Ju._ Happy, happy Constable, I meet ye At the back door, get ready knaves. _Lur._ Not a man I beseech you, I have privately appointed strength about me, They cannot start, your men would breed suspition; All my desire is, you would come alone; That you might have the hope of the enterprise, That you might hear 'em first, and then proceed, Sir. _Ju._ I come, I come. _Lur._ 'Tis very well. [_Exit._ _Ju._ Keep all my doors fast, 'tis something late. _Lur._ So, so, and please your worship I[le] direct you. _Enter Boy._ _Boy._ My Master staies, I doubt his lime-twigs catch not, If they doe, all's provided; but I all This while forget my own state, fair _Maria_ Is certainly alive, I met her in Another habit, with her Nurse, 'twas she: There is some trick in't, but when this is over, I'll find it out, this project for the Usurer May have good effect; however, 'twill be sport To mortifie him a little; _Enter_ Lurcher. He's come without him: Have you fail'd, Sir? _Lur._ Prosper'd? my little Ingineer; away, He is i'th' next room, be not you seen, sirrah. [_Exit._ _Boy._ The pitfall's ready, never Justice Was catcht in such a nooze: e'er he get out, He shall run through a scouring purgatory, Shall purge him to the quick, 'tis night already. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Algripe _and_ Lurcher. _Lur._ Come softly, yet Sir, softly, are you not weary? _Ju._ Th'ast brought me into a melancholy place, I see no creature. _Lur._ This is, Sir, their Den Where they suppose themselves secure, I am faint, With making haste; but I must be thus troubled, And therefore never go without a Cordial; [_Seems to drink._ Without this I should dye; How it refreshes me Already! will't please your worship? I might have had The manners to ha' let you drink before me; Now am I lusty. _Ju._ 'T[h]as a good taste. _Lur._ Taste? how d'ye find the virtue, nay Sir, spare it not: My wife has the Receipt, does it not stir Your Worships body? when you come to examine, 'Twill make you speak like thunder. _Ju._ Hoy he. _Lur._ It works already. _Ju._ Is there never a chair, I was wearier than I thought, But who shall we have to take 'em. Mr. Constable?