_Mist. T._ That's a good maiden; she tells you true. Come, I'll take order for your debts i' the alehouse. 180 _Ge._ Go, Sin, and pray for thy Frank, as I will for my Pet. [_Exeunt._ [99] See Chappell's _Popular Music of the Olden Time_, i. 369. [100] See note, vol. i. p. 30. [101] _Hazard_ was the name of a game at dice. Cotton in the _Complete Gamester_, 1674 (pp. 67-72), devotes a chapter to it. He remarks:--"Certainly Hazard is the most bewitching game that is played on the dice, for when a man begins to play he knows not when to leave off; and having once accustomed himself to play at Hazard, he hardly ever after minds anything else." [102] Old ed. "Trie." [103] "Lay in lavender" = pawn. [104] A spoilt, self-willed girl. [105] "Backside"--the yard at the back of a house. [106] "Gold-end man"--one who buys ends (_i.e._, broken pieces) of gold. See Gifford's _Jonson_, ed. 1875, iv. 76. [107] Fine wheaten bread. [108] An old proverb: it is among John Heywood's _Proverbs_. [109] This term of endearment is applied by the Nurse to Juliet (_Rom. and Jul._, 1. iii.) [110] A favourite word with Marston. SCENE II. _Goldsmiths' Row._ _Enter_ TOUCHSTONE, GOLDING, WOLF. _To._ I will receive no letters, Master Wolf; you shall pardon me. _Go._ Good father, let me entreat you. _To._ Son Golding, I will not be tempted; I find mine own easy nature, and I know not what a well-penned subtle letter may work upon it; there may be tricks, packing, do you see? Return with your packet, sir. _Wo._ Believe it, sir, you need fear no packing here; these are but letters of submission all. _To._ Sir, I do look for no submission. I will bear myself in this like blind Justice. Work upon that now. When the sessions come they shall hear from me. 12 _Go._ From whom come your letters, Master Wolf? _Wo._ And't please you, sir, one from Sir Petronel, another from Francis Quicksilver, and a third from old Security, who is almost mad in prison. There are two to your worship; one from Master Francis, sir, another from the knight. _To._ I do wonder, Master Wolf, why you should travail thus, in a business so contrary to kind, or the nature o' your place: that you, being the keeper of a prison, should labour the release of your prisoners; whereas, methinks, it were far more natural and kindly in you to be ranging about for more, and not let these 'scape you have already under the tooth. But they say you Wolves, when you ha' sucked the blood, once that they are dry, you ha' done. 27