Bri. He is a fellow that is distracted, they say; one Troubleall: he was an officer in the court of Pie-poudres here last year, and put out of his place by justice Overdo.
Over. Ha! [Aside.
Bri. Upon which he took an idle conceit, and is run mad upon’t: so that ever since he will do nothing but by justice Overdo’s warrant; he will not eat a crust, nor drink a little, nor make him in his apparel ready. His wife, sir-reverence, cannot get him make his water, or shift his shirt, without his warrant.
Over. If this be true, this is my greatest disaster. How am I bound to satisfy this poor man, that is of so good a nature to me, out of his wits! where there is no room left for dissembling. [Aside.
Re-enter TROUBLEALL.
Tro. If you cannot shew me Adam Overdo, I am in doubt of you; I am afraid you cannot answer it.
[Exit.
Hag. Before me, neighbour Bristle,—and now I think on’t better,—justice Overdo is a very parantory person.
Bri. O, are you advised of that! and a severe justicer, by your leave.
Over. Do I hear ill o’ that side too? [Aside.