Ben Jonson - The Magnetick Lady. Act 5. Scene 6. lyrics

Compa**, Practice, Ironside, Polish, Lady. Com. Where is my Wife? what ha' you done with my Wife, Gossip o' the Counsels? Pol. I, sweet Mr. Compa**, I honour you, and your Wife. Com. Well, do so still. I will not call you Mother tho', but Polish. Good Gossip Polish, where ha' you hid my Wife? Pol. I hide your Wife? Com. Or she's run away. Lad. That would make all suspected, Sir, a-fresh. Come we will find her, if she be i' the House. Pol. Why should I hide your Wife, good Mr. Compa**? Com. I know no cause, but that you are goody Polish, That's good at malice; good at mischief; all That can perplex or trouble a business throughly. Pol. You may say what you will: yo' are Mr. Compa**, And carry a large sweep, Sir, i' your Circle. Lad. I'll sweep all corners, Gossip, to spring this. If 't be above Ground. I will have her cry'd, By the Common-cryer, through all the Ward, But I will find her. Iro. It will be an Act Worthy your Justice, Madam. Pra. And become the integrity, and worship of her Name.