O’Booz. Stay, your honour, I’ve got a charge. This here chap (pointing to Tom) with the Roosian head of hair—he comes up to me like a warment—
Tom. Why, you impudent—(Knocks O’Boozle down—a row ensues).
Mr. T. Silence! silence!—be quiet all of you, can’t you?
Kate. Mr. Constable, I have a charge—(to O’Boozle). Watchman, there’s a crown—what I say, swear to. (Aside).
O’Booz. I’ll swear to anything, your honour.
Log. What the devil’s in the wind now?
Kate. I charge those gentlemen with assaulting this young woman—(pointing to Jane)—the watchman saw the whole transaction.
O’Booz. I’ll swear it, your worship.
Tom. Why, zounds, fellow, I never saw the girl!
Sue. (To Jerry). Come, sir, you can’t say you never saw her.