With vtterance of our pretence therein,
For feare the priuie whispring of the winde
Conuay our words amongst vnfreendly eares,
That lye too open to aduantages.
Et quel che voglio io, nessun lo sa,
Intendo io quel [che] mi bastera.

Exit.



[ACT III. SCENE 5.]

[A street.]

Enter BOY with the boxe.

[BOY.] My maister hath forbidden me to look in this box, and, by my troth,
tis likely, if he had not warned me, I should not haue had so much idle time;
for wee [men-kinde] in our minoritie are like women in their vncertaintie;
that they are most forbidden, they wil soonest attempt; so I now. By my bare
honesty, heeres nothing but the bare emptie box! Were it not sin against
secrecie, I would say it were a peece of gentlemanlike knauery. I must goe to
Pedringano and tell him his pardon is in this boxe! Nay, I would haue sworne
it, had I not seene the contrary. I cannot choose but smile to thinke how the
villain wil flout the gallowes, scorne the audience, and descant on the
hangman, and all presuming of his pardon from hence. Wilt not be an odde
iest, for me to stand and grace euery iest he makes, pointing my figner at
this boxe, as who [should] say: "Mock on, heers thy warrant!" Ist not a
scuruie iest that a man should iest himselfe to death? Alas, poor Pedringano!