Act 2 — SCENE II.
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A Street.
Enter Fitsgrave.[533]
Fit. My pocket pick’d? this was no brothel-house!
A music-school? damnation has fine shapes:
I paid enough for the song, I’ve[534] lost a jewel
To me more precious than their souls to them
That gave consent to filch it. I’ll hunt hard,
Waste time and money, trace and wheel about,
But I will find these secret mischiefs out.
Enter Servant.
How now? what’s he?
O, a servant to my love: being thus disguis’d,
I’ll learn some news. [Aside.]—Now, sir? you belong to me.[535]
Ser. I do, sir; but I cannot stay to say so: nay, good sir, detain me not; I am going in all haste to 248inquire or lay wait for a chain of pearl, nimmed out of her pocket the fifth of November, a dismal day.
Fit. Ha! a chain of pearl, sayst thou?
Ser. A chain of pearl, sir, which one master Fitsgrave, a gentleman and a suitor, fastened upon her as a pledge of his love.
Fit. Ha!
Ser. Urge me no more, I have no more to say;
Your friend, Jeronimo Bedlam. [Exit.
Fit. Thou’rt a mad fellow indeed.
Some comfort yet, that hers is missing too;
I feel my soul at much more ease: both stoln![536]
When griefs have partners they are better borne.
[Exit.