_Go._ You see, Master Wolf, how inexorable he is. There is no hope to recover him. Pray you commend me to my brother knight, and to my fellow Francis; present 'hem with this small token of my love; tell 'hem, I wish I could do 'hem any worthier office; but in this, 'tis desperate: yet I will not fail to try the uttermost of my power for 'hem. And, sir, as far as I have any credit with you, pray you let 'hem want nothing; though I am not ambitious they should know so much. 87 _Wo._ Sir, both your actions and words speak you to be a true gentleman. They shall know only what is fit, and no more. [_Exeunt._ [111] The _Knight's Ward_, the _Twopenny Ward_, and the _Hole_ were different divisions of a prison: see Fenner's _Compter's Commonwealth_, 1617. Sir Petronel showed his humility by choosing the inferior accommodation of the _Knight's Ward_ when it was open to him to _lie of the Master's side_. Cf. _Westward Ho_, iii. 2:-- "_Monopoly._ Which is the dearest ward in prison, Sergeant? the Knight's Ward? _Ambush._ No, sir, the Master's side." [112] A treatise by Thomas Becon, originally published in 1561. It was very popular, and is frequently mentioned by the dramatists. SCENE III. _The Compter._ _Enter_ HOLDFAST _and_ BRAMBLE. _Ho._ Who would you speak with, sir? _Br._ I would speak with one Security, that is prisoner here. _Ho._ Y'are welcome, sir. Stay there, I'll call him to you. Master Security! _Enter_ SECURITY. _Sec._ Who calls? _Ho._ Here's a gentleman would speak with you. _Sec._ What is he? Is't one that grafts my forehead now I am in prison, and comes to see how the horns shoot up and prosper? 10 _Ho._ You must pardon him, sir; the old man is a little crazed with his imprisonment. _Sec._ What say you to me, sir? Look you here.--My learned counsel, Master Bramble! cry you mercy, sir! When saw you my wife? _Br._ She is now at my house, sir; and desired me that I would come to visit you, and inquire of you your case, that we might work some means to get you forth. 18 _Sec._ My case,[113] Master Bramble, is stone walls and iron grates; you see it, this is the weakest part on't. And for getting me forth, no means but hang myself, and so to be carried forth, from which they have here bound me in intolerable bands. _Br._ Why, but what is't you are in for, sir?