Pickpocket. Come now, for all you're a Gentleman—
Mob. A Ring, a Ring for the French Gentleman. (A ring made)
Jack. Nay, but Gentlemen, I am no Frenchman, there are two Gentlemen there, that know me—Mr. Wildfire, Mr. Foxchase—
Wildfire. What does the fellow mean? I know nothing of you.
Jack. Nay, but Gentlemen you see my Distress.
Wildfire. We know nothing of you Fellow. Who is he?
Mob. A French Spy, I suppose.
Mob. Let the French Gentleman have fair Play.
1st Mob. Come now, what signifies your law? I saw you pick his Pocket.
Mob. Did you? Hurra! A Pickpocket—let's duck him—a Pickpocket! Hurra!