O here's his Uncle! welcome, gentlemen, welcome all.
Such a cozener, gentlemen, a murderer too, for any
thing I know: my daughter is missing: hath been
looked for, cannot be found. A vild upon thee.
UNCLE.
He is my kinsman, although his life be wild;
Therefore, in God's name, do with him what you will.
LANCELOT.
Marry, to prison.
FLOWERDALE.
Wherefore to prison? snick up, I owe you nothing.
LANCELOT.
Bring forth my daughter then: away with him.
FLOWERDALE.
Go seek your daughter; what do you lay to my charge.
LANCELOT.
Suspicion of murder: go, away with him.
FLOWERDALE.
Murder, you dogs? I murder your daughter!
Come, Uncle, I know you'll bail me.
UNCLE.
Not I, were there no more, than I the Jailor, thou the
prisoner.
LANCELOT.
Go; away with him.
[Enter Lucy like a Frau.]
LUCY.
O my life, here; where will you ha de man?
Vat ha de yonker done?
WEATHERCOCK.
Woman, he hath killed his wife.
LUCY.
His vife: dat is not good, dat is not seen.
LANCELOT.
Hang not upon him, huswife; if you do, I'll lay you by him.
LUCY.
Have me no oder way dan you have him:
He tell me dat he love me heartily.
FRANCES.
Lead away my maid to prison! why, Tom, will you suffer
that?
CIVET.
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