 What news, boy?

    +Boy.+ Sir, Mistress Lucretia commends her to you, and desires,
    as ever her persuasions wrought upon you, or as you affect her
    good, and would add credit and belief to what she has reported,
    that you would now strain your utmost to the expression of what
    she and you consulted of.

    +Bravo.+ I apprehend her: where is she?

    +Boy.+ Hard by, sir: her father, and the old fornicator
    Mocinigo, and I think her mother, are all coming to be
    spectators of your strange behaviour.                       [_Exit._

    +Bravo.+ Go, wait them in, let me alone to personate an
    ecstasy;[361] I am near mad already, and I do not fool myself
    quite into't, I care not. I'll withdraw, till they come.
                                                                [_Exit._

          _Enter +Lorenzo+, +Mocinigo+, +Æmilia+, +Lucretia+,
                              and +Boy+._

    +Lor.+ Is this the place?

    +Luc.+ Yes, sir. Where's your master, boy? how does he?

    +Boy.+ O sweet mistress, quite distempered; his brains turn
    round like the needle of a dial, six men's strength is not able
    to hold him; he was bound with I know not how many cords this
    morning, and broke them all. See, where he enters!

                            _Enter +Bravo+._

    +Bravo.+ Why, if I kill'd him, what is that to thee?
    Was I not hir'd unto it? 'twas not I,
    But the base gold that slew Sir Polydore:[362]
    Then damn the money,

    +Lor.+ He begins to preach.

    +Æmi.+ Will he do us no mischief, think you?

    +Boy.+ O no, he's the best for that in his fits that e'er you
    knew: he hurts nobody.

    +Moc.+ But I am vilely afraid of him.

    +Boy.+ If you are a vile person, or have done any great
    wickedness, you were best
What news, boy? 

     + Boy.+ Sir, Mistress Lucretia commends her to you, and desires, 
     as always her persuasion wrought upon you, or as you affect her 
     commodity, and would add citation and belief to what she has report, 
     that you would now strain your utmost to the saying of what 
     she and you consulted of. 

     + Bravo.+ I apprehend her: where is she? 

     + Boy.+ heavily by, sir: her father, and the old fornicator 
     Mocinigo, and I remember her mother, are all coming to be 
     spectators of your strange behaviour.                        [ _ Exit. _ 

     + Bravo.+ move, wait them in, let me alone to personify an 
     ecstasy;[361 ] I am near mad already, and I do not fool myself 
     quite into't, I care not. I'll withdraw, till they arrive. 
                                                                 [ _ Exit. _ 

           _ Enter + Lorenzo+, + Mocinigo+, + Æmilia+, + Lucretia+, 
                               and + Boy+. _ 

     + Lor.+ Is this the place? 

     + Luc.+ Yes, sir. Where's your master, boy? how does he? 

     + Boy.+ O sugared mistress, quite distempered; his brains turn 
     round like the needle of a dial, six men's strength is not able 
     to hold him; he was bound with I know not how many cords this 
     morning, and broke them all. See, where he enters! 

                             _ Enter + Bravo+. _ 

     + Bravo.+ Why, if I kill'd him, what is that to thee? 
     Was I not hir'd unto it?' twas not I, 
     But the base amber that slew Sir Polydore:[362 ] 
     Then curse the money, 

     + Lor.+ He begins to preach. 

     + Æmi.+ Will he do us no mischief, remember you? 

     + Boy.+ O no, he's the best for that in his fits that e'er you 
     knew: he suffer nobody. 

     + Moc.+ But I am vilely afraid of him. 

     + Boy.+ If you are a vile person, or have done any great 
     wickedness, you were estimable
 Whwt news, boy?

    +Boy.+ Sir, Mlstress Lucretia commenvs her fo you, avd desires,
    as ever her pecsuawions wrought upon you, or ar you affvct her
    goie, and woulv add crcbit ahf benmef to what she has reporded,
    that yog dobld now strain your utmost to the ex[ressiom lf what
    she and rou donsulted of.

    +Bravo.+ I apprehend ger: whege is she?

    +Boy.+ Nard by, sir: her father, and the old fornicator
    Mocinigo, abd I rhink her mogher, are all coming to be
    spectators of your stranee bekaviour.                       [_Exin._

    +Bravo.+ Go, wait tham in, lrt me alone to pecsonqte an
    ecstasy;[361] I ak near mad already, and I do nkt fool myself
    qyite hnto'd, I zqre nou. I'kl withdgaw, till they come.
                                                                [_Exit._

          _Enter +Loretzo+, +Mocinigo+, +Æmilia+, +Lucretiq+,
                              and +Boy+._

    +Lor.+ Is this the place?

    +Luc.+ Yes, sir. Fhere'a yobv oqsher, boy? how does he?

    +Boy.+ O sweet mistress, qtjtt dpstempered; his brcins turn
    roumd lohe the needle of a bjam, six men's strengtj is noj able
    to hojd hom; he was bound with I know not how manj coeds this
    morniny, and broke chem akl. Ser, where he enters!

                            _Enfdr +Bravo+._

    +Bravu.+ Wmy, hf I kill'd him, what is thae to thee?
    Cas I nog hit'd unto it? 'twas nlt I,
    But the base golf thaj slew Sir Polydlre:[362]
    Then damn the money,

    +Lor.+ He begins tp [redch.

    +Æmn.+ Will he do us no iischief, think you?

    +Boy.+ U no, he's tge best for that ig his fits thdj e'er you
    nnew: he rurtw novody.

    +Ooc.+ But I am volely afrcnd of him.

    +Boy.+ If you are a xjle person, or hcre done any great
    wiskvdnxss, yjg were best
What news, boy? +Boy.+ Sir, Mistress Lucretia to and desires, ever her persuasions you her good, and add credit and to what she has reported, that would now strain your utmost to the expression of what she and you of. +Bravo.+ I apprehend her: where is she? +Boy.+ Hard by, sir: her and old Mocinigo, I think her mother, are all coming to be spectators of your strange behaviour. [_Exit._ +Bravo.+ wait them in, let me alone to personate ecstasy;[361] I am near already, and I do not myself into't, I not. withdraw, they come. [_Exit._ +Lorenzo+, +Mocinigo+, +Æmilia+, +Lucretia+, and +Boy+._ +Lor.+ Is this the place? +Luc.+ Yes, sir. Where's your master, how does O sweet quite his turn round like of a dial, six men's strength to hold him; he was bound with I not how cords this morning, and broke them See, where he enters! _Enter +Bravo+._ +Bravo.+ Why, I kill'd him, what is that to thee? Was I not hir'd unto it? 'twas But the base gold slew Sir Polydore:[362] damn money, He to preach. Will he do us no mischief, think you? +Boy.+ O no, the best for that in his fits that e'er you hurts +Moc.+ But I vilely afraid of him. If are a vile person, done great best
 What news, boy?

    +Boy.+ Sir, Mistress lucretia coMmendS heR to YoU, and DesiRes,
    as ever her peRSuasIons wrought upon you, or as You afFeCT her
    GOoD, and wOuld add CReDIT anD bElIef To WHaT she hAs rEported,
    That you wouLd nOw Strain your utMOsT to the exprEssIon of what
    she And You conSuLteD Of.

    +BraVo.+ I AppreHend heR: Where iS she?

    +Boy.+ HaRd BY, sir: heR Father, aND ThE old Fornicator
    MocinigO, AnD i think her motheR, are alL cOMiNG To bE
    spEctators of YoUr strANge behaVIoUR.                       [_eXit._

    +bRavo.+ Go, wait theM in, let me aloNE to PersonAtE an
    ECstasy;[361] i am neAr MAd aLready, and I dO not Fool myselF
    quite INto't, I caRE not. I'll WithdrAw, tIll They COmE.
                                                                [_EXit._

          _enTEr +LOReNzo+, +mOciNigo+, +ÆmilIa+, +luCretiA+,
                              and +bOY+._

    +lOr.+ Is ThiS the Place?

    +luc.+ Yes, sir. WherE's yOur mASteR, boy? hOw doeS he?

    +BOy.+ o sweeT mistrEss, quItE distempered; his BraiNs turn
    rouNd lIkE thE nEedle OF a dial, Six Men'S strengTh is not ABle
    To HOLD hIm; he was bound with I kNoW NOt How many cOrds thIS
    mOrNIng, and brOkE thEm alL. sEe, wheRe he ENtErs!

                            _Enter +bravo+._

    +BRAvO.+ WHy, if I kiLl'D him, whAt Is tHat To theE?
    was I Not hir'D unto it? 'tWas noT i,
    But the base golD That slew Sir PoLYdORE:[362]
    THEn daMn tHe money,

    +Lor.+ HE begINs to PreaCH.

    +ÆMi.+ WILl he dO us no MiSChIEf, think you?

    +Boy.+ O no, he's ThE best fOr thaT in his fits thaT e'er you
    kneW: HE Hurts nobOdy.

    +MOC.+ BUT I am vilely afraId of hIm.

    +Boy.+ If you ARe a vile pErson, Or have doNe any greaT
    WIckednesS, yoU weRe bEst
 What news, boy?

    +Boy .+ Sir, Mi stres s L ucr et ia c omme nds her to you ,  and  desires,
    as everher p er s uasi o ns  wrou ght upo n  y o u , o ras  yo ua ff ect h er    goo d, and wou ldad d credit and be lief to wh atshe has repo rte d,
   t hat you w oul d now  strai n  yourutmost to  t h e expr e ssion o f wh at
   she and you co n su l ted of.

    + Bravo. +I  a p p reh end  her: wher eis sh e ?

   + Bo y . +  Ha r d by, sir: he r father, a n d t he old  f orn i cator    M oc i nig o, and I th inkher mothe r, are all com i ng to b e
   spe cta tors of  y our  s t ran g ebeh a vio ur.              [_E xit ._
    + Bravo.+ Go, w ait  the m  in , let  me a lone  t o per sonate  an
  ecstasy;[361]I am  near mad  al re ady ,and I do not  fo olmyself    qui t e i nt o ' t ,I care not. I'll w it h d ra w, tillthey c o me .                                              [_ Ex it. _
       _Enter  +Lorenz o+, + M ocinigo+, +Æmi l ia+, +Lucreti a +,                       a nd + B oy +._ 
   +Lor. +I st his the place?

   + Luc.+Yes,sir. Where'syour maste r , boy? how  doe s  h e ?

    +Boy.+O swe et mistres s , quitediste mpered;his brain s turn
   ro und  li ket h eneedle of a d i a l, s ix  men'sstr ength i s n otabl e
  to holdhim; hewa sbo un d w ith I know not  h owma nycords this
   mo rnin g,  a n d b roke th e ma l l. S ee ,wher e h eenter s!
                     _E nt er +Bra vo+._

    +B ra vo.+ Why,if  Ikill'd h im, what  is that to thee?
    W a s I not  hi r'd u ntoit? 'twas  no t I,
  B ut the  basegoldth ats l ew Si r Po lyd or e:[362]
 The n dam nthemoney,
    +Lor.+ He beg i nsto preach.

  +Æmi . +  W ill he dous nom i schief, think y ou?

    + Bo y .+  O no, he' s  th ebest fo r thatin hi s  fits t hat e'eryou
    k ne w: h e hur ts nobody. 

    +M oc.+ ButI  am v i le ly af rai d of h im .
    + Boy.+I f y ou ar e a vi le  perso n, or  h ave done  any great
    wickedne ss, yo u wer e b est
 What_news, boy?

_   +Boy.+_Sir, Mistress_Lucretia_commends her_to_you, and desires,
_  _as ever her persuasions_wrought upon you,_or_as you affect her
    good, and would add credit and belief_to_what she_has_reported,
_   that you_would now strain your utmost_to the_expression of what
    she and_you_consulted of.

 _  +Bravo.+ I apprehend her: where is she?

_   +Boy.+ Hard by,_sir: her father,_and_the_old fornicator
  _ Mocinigo, and I think her_mother, are all coming to be
_   spectators of your strange_behaviour.     _    _ _    _  _ _[_Exit._

  _ +Bravo.+ Go, wait them in,_let me alone_to personate an
   _ecstasy;[361]_I am near_mad_already,_and I_do not fool_myself
_ __quite into't, I care not. I'll_withdraw,_till they come.
    _   __   _    _     _ _ _          _     _   _ __  __ _     [_Exit._

 _ _     __Enter +Lorenzo+, +Mocinigo+, +Æmilia+,_+Lucretia+,
_     _     _    ___    _     and_+Boy+._

  _ +Lor.+ Is this the place?

 __ +Luc.+ Yes, sir. Where's your_master,_boy? how does he?

  __+Boy.+_O sweet mistress, quite distempered;_his brains turn
   _round like the needle of a dial, six men's_strength is not_able
    to_hold_him;_he was bound with I know not how many cords_this
 _  morning,_and broke them all. See, where he enters!

  _      _          _       _Enter_+Bravo+._

    +Bravo.+ Why, if_I kill'd him, what_is_that to thee?
    Was_I_not_hir'd_unto it? 'twas_not I,
 _  But_the base_gold that slew_Sir Polydore:[362]
_  _Then_damn the money,

    +Lor.+ He begins to preach.

    +Æmi.+ Will he do_us no mischief, think you?

 _  +Boy.+ O no,_he's_the best for_that in his fits_that e'er you
    knew: he_hurts nobody.

    +Moc.+ But I am_vilely_afraid of_him.

   _+Boy.+ If_you are_a vile person,_or have_done any_great
 _  wickedness, you were best