Page 1420 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Now he’s at liberty. Alas, poor chicken,
He was kept down with hard meat and ill lodging; [95]
But I’ll kiss him up again.

Enter a Messenger.

MESSENGER
What do you here? You’ll lose the noblest sight

That e’er was seen.

GAOLER
Are they i’th’field?

MESSENGER
They are.
You bear a charge there too.

GAOLER
I’ll away straight.
I must e’en leave you here.

DOCTOR
Nay, we’ll go with you. [100]
I will not lose the fight.

GAOLER
How did you like her?

DOCTOR
I’ll warrant you, within these three or four days
I’ll make her right again. [To Wooer] You must not from her,

But still preserve her in this way.

WOOER
I will.

DOCTOR