MUS. Signior Stephano, I arrest you. STEP. Arrest me! there, take your cloak: I'll none of it. GIU. Nay, that shall not serve your turn, varlet, bring him away, I'll go with thee now to the Doctor's, and carry him along. STEP. Why, is not here your cloak? what would you have? GIU. I care not for that. MUS. I pray you, sir. GIU. Never talk of it; I will have him answer it. MUS. Well, sir, then I'll leave you, I'll take this gentleman's word for his appearance, as I have done yours. GIU. Tut, I'll have no words taken, bring him along to answer it. MUS. Good sir, I pity the gentleman's case, here's your money again. GIU. God's bread, tell not me of my money, bring him away, I say. MUS. I warrant you, he will go with you of himself. GIU. Yet more ado? MUS. I have made a fair mash of it. STEP. Must I go? [EXEUNT.] ENTER DOCTOR CLEMENT, THORELLO, LORENZO SENIOR, BIANCHA, PISO, TIB, A SERVANT OR TWO OF THE DOCTOR'S. CLEM. Nay, but stay, stay, give me leave; my chair, sirrah; you, Signior Lorenzo, say you went thither to meet your son. LOR. SE. Ay, sir. CLEM. But who directed you thither? LOR. SE. That did my man, sir. CLEM. Where is he? LOR. SE. Nay, I know not now, I left him with your clerk, And appointed him to stay here for me. CLEM. About what time was this? LOR. SE. Marry, between one and two, as I take it. CLEM. So, what time came my man with the message to you, Signior Thorello? THO. After two, sir. CLEM. Very good, but, lady, how that you were at Cob's, ha? BIA. An't please you, sir, I'll tell you: my brother Prospero told me that Cob's house was a suspected place. CLEM. So it appears, methinks; but on. BIA. And that my husband used thither daily. CLEM. No matter, so he use himself well. BIA. True, sir, but you know what grows by such haunts oftentimes. CLEM. Ay, rank fruits of a jealous brain, lady: but did you find your husband there in that case, as you suspected? THO. I found her there, sir. CLEM. Did you so? that alters the case; who gave you knowledge of your wife's being there? THO. Marry, that did my brother Prospero. CLEM. How, Prospero first tell her, then tell you after? Where is Prospero? THO. Gone with my sister, sir, I know not whither. CLEM. Why, this is a mere trick, a device; you are gulled in this most grossly: alas, poor wench, wert thou beaten for this? how now, sirrah, what's the matter? [ENTER ONE OF THE DOCTOR'S MEN.] SER. Sir, there's a gentleman in the court without desires to speak with your worship. CLEM. A gentleman? what's he? SER. A soldier, sir, he sayeth.