He keeps his fury still, and may do mischief.
_Mil_.
He shall be hang'd first, we'll be sticklers there, boys.
_Die_.
The hundred thousand Dreams now, that possess him Of jealousie, and of revenge, and frailtie, Of drawing Bills against us, and Petitions.
_Lop_.
And casting what his credit shall recover.
_Mil_.
Let him cast till his Maw come up, we care not.
You shall be still secured. [_A great noise within_.
_Die_.
We'll pay him home then; Hark what a noise he keeps within!
_Lop_.
Certain H'as set his Chimneys o' fire, or the Devil roars there.
_Die_.
The Codixes o'th' Law are broke loose, Gentlemen.
_Ars_.
He's fighting sure.
_Die_.
I'le tell ye that immediately--
[_Exit_.
_Mil_.
Or doing some strange out-rage on himself.
_Ars_.
Hang him, he dares not be so valiant.
_Enter_
Diego.
_Die_.
There's no body at home, and he chafes like a Lyon, And stinks withal. [_Noise still_.
_Lop_. No body?
_Die_.
Not a Creature, Nothing within, but he and his Law-tempest, The Ladles, Dishes, Kettles, how they flie all!
And how the Glasses through the Rooms!
_Enter_ Bartolus.
_Ars_.
My friend sure Has got her out, and now he has made an end on't.
_Lop_.
See where the Sea comes? how it foams, and brustles?
The great Leviathan o'th' Law, how it tumbles?
_Bar_.
Made every way an Ass? abus'd on all sides?
And from all quarters, people come to laugh at me?
Rise like a Comet, to be wonder'd at?
A horrid Comet, for Boys tongues, and Ballads?
I will run from my wits.
_Enter_ Amaranta, Leandro.
_Ars_.
Do, do, good Lawyer, And from thy mony too, then thou wilt be quiet.
_Mil_.
Here she comes home: now mark the salutations; How like an Ass my friend goes?
_Ars_.
She has pull'd his ears down.
_Bar_.
Now, what sweet voyage? to what Garden, Lady?
Or to what Cousins house?