_Cap._ Come on, my hearts; we are the city's security. I'll give you your charge, and then, like courtiers, every man spy out. Let no man in my company be afraid to speak to a cloak lined with velvet, nor tremble at the sound of a gingling spur. 90 _Watch._ May I never be counted a cock of the game if I fear spurs, but be gelded like a capon for the preserving of my voice. _Cap._ I'll have none of my band refrain to search a venereal house, though his wife's sister be a lodger there; nor take two shillings of the bawd to save the gentlemen's credits that are aloft, and so, like voluntary panders, leave them, to the shame of all halberdiers. _2._ Nay, the wenches, we'll tickle them, that's flat. 99 _Cap._ If you meet a shevoiliero, that's in the gross phrase a knight that swaggers in the street, and, being taken, has no money in his purse to pay for his fees, it shall be a part of your duty to entreat me to let him go. _1._ O marvellous! is there such shevoiliers? _2._ Some two hundred, that's the least, that are reveal'd. [MENDOZA _groans_. _Cap._ What groan is that? Bring a light. Who lies there? It is the Lord Mendoza, kinsman to our duke. Speak, good my lord: relate your dire mischance; Life, like a fearful servant, flies his master; 110 Art must atone them, or th' whole man is lost. Convey him to a surgeon's, then return; [_Part of the_ Watch _bear away_ MENDOZA. No place shall be unsearch'd until we find The truth of this mischance. Make haste again. Whose house is this stands open? In and search What guests that house contains, and bring them forth. [_Exit the_ Watch _to search the houses of_ ROGERO _and_ CLARIDIANA. This noble man's misfortune stirs my quiet, And fills my soul with fearful fantasies; But I'll unwind this labyrinth of doubt, Else industry shall lose part of itself's labour. 120 [_Re-enter_[241] _the_ Watch _with_ CLARIDIANA _and_ ROGERO _taken in one another's houses in their shirts and night-gowns. They see one another._ Who have we there? Signiors, cannot you tell us How our prince's kinsman came wounded to the death Nigh to your houses? _Rog._ Heyday! cross-ruff[242] at midnight! Is't Christmas, You go a-gaming to your neighbour's house? _Cla._ Dost make a mummer of me, ox-head? _Cap._ Make answer, gentlemen, it doth concern you. _Rog._ Ox-head will bear an action; I'll ha' the law; I'll not be yoked. Bear witness, gentlemen, he calls me ox-head. 130 _Cap._ Do you hear, sir?