[_Exeunt._ [113] Covering. [114] Here and elsewhere there is no stage-direction in the old ed. [115] The basket containing the broken victuals collected for the poor prisoners. [116] Old ed. "_Enter_ Sir PETRONEL, BRAMBLE, QUICKSILVER, WOLF." [117] The stage-direction in old ed. is simply "_Exeunt_." [118] I give this stage-direction at a venture. SCENE IV. _Goldsmiths' Row._ _Enter_ TOUCHSTONE, Mistress TOUCHSTONE, GERTRUDE, MILDRED, SINDEFY, _and_ WINIFRED. _To._ I will sail by you, and not hear you, like the wise Ulysses. _Mi._ Dear father! _Mist. T._ Husband! _Ge._ Father! _Wi. and Si._ Master Touchstone! _To._ Away, sirens! I will immure myself against your cries, and lock myself up to your lamentations. _Mist. T._ Gentle husband, hear me! _Ge._ Father, it is I, father; my Lady Flash. My sister and I am friends. 11 _Mi._ Good father! _Wi._ Be not hardened, good Master Touchstone! _Si._ I pray you, sir, be merciful! _To._ I am deaf; I do not hear you; I have stopped mine ears with shoemakers' wax, and drunk Lethe and mandragora[119] to forget you. All you speak to me I commit to the air. _Enter_ WOLF. _Mi._ How now, Master Wolf? _Wo._ Where's Master Touchstone? I must speak with him presently; I have lost my breath for haste. 21 _Mi._ What is the matter, sir? Pray all be well! _Wo._ Master Deputy Golding is arrested upon an execution, and desires him presently to come to him, forthwith. _Mi._ Ay me! do you hear, father? _To._ Tricks, tricks, confederacy, tricks! I have 'hem in my nose--I scent 'hem! _Wo._ Who's that? Master Touchstone? _Mist. T._ Why, it is Master Wolf himself, husband. 30 _Mi._ Father! _To._ I am deaf still, I say. I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena,[120] the tears of the crocodile nor the howling o' the Wolf. Avoid my habitation, monsters! _Wo._ Why, you are not mad, sir? I pray you look forth, and see the token I have brought you, sir. _To._ Ha! what token is it? _Wo._ Do you know it, sir? _To._ My son Golding's ring! Are you in earnest, Master Wolf? 41 _Wo._ Ay, by my faith, sir. He is in prison, and required me to use all speed and secrecy to you. _To._ My cloak, there (pray you be patient). I am plagued for my austerity. My cloak! At whose suit, Master Wolf? _Wo._ I'll tell you as we go, sir. [_Exeunt._ [119] A powerful soporific. [120] See Topsel's _History of Fourfooted Beasts_, ed. 1658, p. 341. SCENE V.