Wife. Sir, there he stands..
Just. Does he so? bring hither that Post, I am afraid that Post will prove a knave; come hither Post, what? what can you say concerning the murder of Antonio?
Ant. What's that to you?
Just. Oh Post, you have no answer ready, have you? I'll have one from you.
Ant. You shall have no more from me than you have; you examine an honest Gentleman and Gentlewoman here, 'tis pitty such fools as you should be i'th Commission.
Just. Say you so Post, take away that Post, whip him and bring him again quickly, I'll hamper you Post.
Mer. 'Tis Antonio, I know him now as well; what an irregular fool is this!
Ant. Whip me? hold off.
Wife. Oh good Sir whip him, by his murmuring he should know something of my Husbands death; that may quit me, for gods sake fetch't out.
Just. Whip him I say.