Just. Oh from the City, 'tis a reverent place.
Curio. And his justice be as short as his memory,
A Dudgion Dagger will serve him to mow down sin withal,
What clod-pole Commissioner is this?
Just. And by my faith, govern'd by worthy members,
Discreet and upright.
Cur. Sir, they are beholding to you, you have given some of them a commendations, they were not worthy of this twenty years.
Just. Go to, go to, you have a merry meaning, I have found you Sir, i' faith, you are a wag, away, fie now I'll read Your Letter.
Cur. Pray do Sir; what a misery 'tis
To have an urgent business wait the Justice
Of such an old Tuff-taffata that knows not,
Nor can be brought to understand more sence,
Than how to restore supprest Alehouses,
And have his man compound small trespasses,
For ten groats.
Just. Sir, it seems here your business is of [a] deeper circumstance than I conceiv'd it for; what do you mean, Sir?
Cur. 'Tis for mine own ease I'll assure your Worship.
Just. It shall not be i' faith friend, here I have it,
That one Antonio a Gentleman, I take it so,
Yes, it is so, a Gentleman is lately thought to
Have been made away, and by my faith, upon a
Pearls ground too, if you consider; well, there's
Knavery in't, I see that without spectacles.
Cur. Sure this fellow deals in revelation, he's so hidden,
Goe thy ways, thou wilt stick a bench spit as formally,
And shew thy Agot, and hatch'd chain
As well as the best of them.
Just. And now I have consider'd, I believe it.