Friend. How now, Major; what, they say Bacon scar’d you all out of the Council yesterday; What say the People?
Dull. Say? they curse us all, and drink young Frightall’s Health, and swear they’ll fight through Fire and Brimstone for him.
Friend. And to morrow will [hollow] him to the Gallows, if it were his chance to come there.
Dull. ’Tis very likely: Why, I am forced to be guarded to the Court now, the Rabble swore they would [De-Wit] me, but I shall hamper some of ’em. Wou’d the Governour were here to bear the brunt on’t, for they call us the evil Counsellors.
Enter Hazard, goes to Friendly.
Here’s the young Rogue that drew upon us too, we have Rods in Piss for him, i’faith.
Enter Timorous with Bailiffs, whispers to Dullman, after which to the Bailiffs.
Tim. Gadzoors, that’s he, do your Office.
Bail. We arrest you, Sir, in the King’s Name, at the suit of the honourable Justice Timorous.
Haz. Justice Timorous! who the Devil’s he?