ers anon; let the soldier enter, now, sir,
what have you to say to me?

[ENTER BOBADILLA AND MATHEO.]

BOB. By your worship's favour.

CLEM. Nay, keep out, sir, I know not your pretence, you
send me word, sir, you are a soldier, why, sir, you shall
be answered here, here be them have been amongst soldiers.
Sir, your pleasure.

BOB. Faith, sir, so it is: this gentleman and myself have
been most violently wronged by one Signior Giuliano: a gallant
of the city here; and for my own part, I protest, being a man
in no sort given to this filthy humour of quarrelling, he hath
assaulted me in the way of my peace, despoiled me of mine
honour, disarmed me of my weapons, and beaten me in the open
streets: when I not so much as once offered to resist him.

CLEM. Oh, God's precious, is this the soldier? here, take my
armour quickly, 'twill make him swoon, I fear; he is not fit
to look on't that will put up a blow.

[ENTER SERVANT.]

MAT. An't please your worship, he was bound to the peace.

CLEM. Why, an he were, sir, his hands were not bound,
were they?

SER. There is one of the varlets of the city has brought two
gentlemen here upon arrest, sir.

CLEM. Bid him come in, set by the picture.
[ENTER MUSCO WITH GIULIANO AND STEPHANO.]
Now, sir, what! Signior Giuliano? is't you that are arrested
at signior freshwater's suit here?

GIU. I'faith, master Doctor, and here's another brought at
my suit.

CLEM. What are you, sir?

STEP. A gentleman, sir; oh, uncle?

CLEM. Uncle? who, Lorenzo?

LOR. SE. Ay, sir.

STEP. God's my witness, my uncle, I am wrong'd here monstrously;
he chargeth me with stealing of his cloak, and would I might
never stir, if I did not find it in the street by chance.

GIU. Oh, did you find it now? you said you bought it erewhile.

STEP. And you said I stole it, nay, now my uncle is here I care
not.

CLEM. Well, let this breathe awhile; you that have cause to
complain there, stand forth; had you a warrant for this arrest?

BOB. Ay, an't please your worship.

CLEM. Nay, do not speak in passion so, where had you it?

BOB. Of your clerk, sir.

CLEM. That's well, an my clerk can make warrants, and my hand
not at them; where is the warrant? varlet, have you it?

MUS. No, sir, your worship's man bid me do it for these
gentlemen