Act 2 — SCENE IV.
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A Gallery.
Enter Follywit in a masking suit, with a vizard in his hand.
[Within] Oh!
Fol. Hark! they’re at their business.
354[Within] Thieves, thieves!
Fol. Gag that gaping rascal! though he be my grandsire’s chief gentleman i’ th’ chain of gold,[780] I’ll have no pity of him.
Enter Mawworm, Hoboy, and others, vizarded.
How now, lads?
Maw. All’s sure and safe; on with your vizard, sir; the servants are all bound.
Fol. There’s one care past then: come, follow me, lads; I’ll lead you now to th’ point and top of all your fortunes: yon lodging is my grandsire’s.
Maw. So, so; lead on, on!
Hob. Here’s a captain worth the following, and a wit worth a man’s love and admiring! [Exeunt.[781]