Hag. I think we were best put them in the stocks in discretion (there they will be safe in discretion) for the valour of an hour, or such a thing, till his worship come.
Bri. It is but a hole matter if we do, neighbour Haggise; come, sir, [to Waspe.] here is company for you; heave up the stocks.
[As they open the stocks, Waspe puts his shoe on his hand, and slips it in for his leg.
Waspe. I shall put a trick upon your Welsh diligence perhaps. [Aside.
Bri. Put in your leg, sir. [To Busy.
Quar. What, rabbi Busy! is he come?
Busy. I do obey thee; the lion may roar, but he cannot bite. I am glad to be thus separated from the heathen of the land, and put apart in the stocks, for the holy cause.
Waspe. What are you, sir?
Busy. One that rejoiceth in his affliction, and sitteth here to prophesy the destruction of fairs and May-games, wakes and Whitson-ales, and doth sigh and groan for the reformation of these abuses.
Waspe. [to Overdo.] And do you sigh and groan too, or rejoice in your affliction?