Act 3. Scen. 3.
Sir, a Pursevant having received Information that you are a Jesuit, pursues you neat at hand: You are visible, though I am not.
Inspire me, thou quodlibetical Spirit of our Society:
Sir: You must be as quick as Lightning: he is very near: I almost see his shadow.
What shop is that?
A Coblers: they call him the singing Cobler: and most commonly his Songs inveigh against the Papists.
Friend, Ther's an Angel for thee, lend me thy Apron, Cap, and Tools; and stand thou aside a little: I am in dan∣ger to be arrested.
Alas poor Gentleman!
Friend, Happiness attend you.
Many Thanks to your Worship: What pity 'tis, so proper a Gentleman should be arrested?