[Enter the Scissorman, masked and in red tights, with his hand upon the hilt of his shears.
The S. (in a passionless tone). Though sorry to create unpleasantness,
I claim the thumbs of this young gentleman,
Which these own eyes have marked between his lips.
C.'s M. (frantically). Thou minion of a meddling tyranny,
Go exercise thy loathsome trade elsewhere!
The S. (civilly). I've duties here that must be first performed.
C.'s M. (wildly). Take my two thumbs for his!
The S. 'Tis not the law—
Which is a model of lucidity.
Con. (calmly). Sir, you speak well. My thumbs are forfeited,
And they alone must pay the penalty.
The S. (with approval). Right! Step with me into the outer hall,
And have the business done without delay.
C.'s M. (throwing herself between them.) Stay, I'm a
Councillor—this law was mine!
Hereby I do suspend the clause I drew.
The S. You should have drawn it milder.