perhaps; but 'twas a virtuous act, and men will thank me for it.
Now, Sir, you understand me?

_Daw._ Most perfectly; and will about it.

_Stu._ Haste then; and when 'tis done, come back and tell me.

_Daw._ 'Till then farewel.
[_Exit._

_Stu._ Now tell thy tale, fond wife! And, Lewson, if again thou
can'st insult me, I'll kneel and own thee for my master.

_Not av'rice now, but vengeance fires my breast
And one short hour must make me curst, or blest._

[_Exit._




ACT V.


SCENE I. _Enter STUKELY, BATES, and DAWSON._

_Bates._ Poor Lewson! But I told you enough last night. The thoughts
of him are horrible to me.

_Stu._ In the street, did you say? And no one near him?