Feth. And I'm an English-man, and a Justice, and will have
Law, Sir. Pet. Say 'tis her Husband, or any thing to get him hence.
[Aside to Sancho, who whispers him. These English, Sir, are Devils,
and on my Life 'tis unknown to the Seigniora that he's i'th' House.
[To Carlo aside. Car. Come, I'm abus'd but I must put it up for fear
of my Honour; a Statesman's Reputation is a tender thing: Convey me
out the back way. I'll be reveng'd. [Goes out. Feth. (Aurelia whispers
to him aside.) How, her Husband! Prithee convey me out; my Clothes, my
Clothes, quickly- Aur. Out, Sir! he has lock'd the Door, and designs
to have ye murder'd. Feth. Oh, gentle Soul- take pity on me- where, oh
what shall I do?- my Clothes, my Sword and Money. Aur. Quickly,
Sancho, tie a Sheet to the Window, and let him slide down by that- Be
speedy, and we'll throw your Clothes out after ye. Here, follow me to
the Window. Feth. Oh, any whither, any whither. That I could not be
warn'd from whoring in a strange Country, by my Friend Ned Blunt's
Example- if I can but keep it secret now, I care not. [Exeunt. Scene,
the Street, a Sheet ty'd to the Balcony, and Feth. sitting cross to
slide down. Feth. So- now your Neck, or your Throat, chuse ye either,
wise Mr. Nicholas Fetherfool- But stay, I hear Company. Now dare not I
budg an Inch.
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