Quar. How now, Numps?
Waspe. It is no matter how; pray you look off.
Quar. Nay, I’ll not offend you, Numps; I thought you had sat there to be seen.
Waspe. And to be sold, did you not? pray you mind your business, an you have any.
Quar. Cry you mercy, Numps; does your leg lie high enough?
Enter HAGGISE.
Bri. How now, neighbour Haggise, what says justice Overdo’s worship to the other offenders?
Hag. Why, he says just nothing; what should he say, or where should he say? He is not to be found, man; he has not been seen in the Fair here all this live-long day, never since seven a clock i’ the morning. His clerks know not what to think on’t. There is no court of Pie-poudres yet. Here they be return’d.
Enter others of the Watch with BUSY.
Bri. What shall be done with them, then, in your discretion?