Pure. O, good sir, they have set the faithful here to be wonder’d at; and provided holes for the holy of the land.
Tro. Had they warrant for it? shew’d they justice Overdo’s hand? if they had no warrant, they shall answer it.
Re-enter HAGGISE.
Bri. Sure you did not lock the stocks sufficiently, neighbour Toby.
Hag. No! see if you can lock them better.
Bri. They are very sufficiently lock’d, and truly; yet something is in the matter.
Tro. True, your warrant is the matter that is in question; by what warrant?
Bri. Madman, hold your peace, I will put you in his room else in the very same hold, do you see?
Quar. How, is he a madman?