Mont. Sir?
Long. The Sir of Knighthood may be given him, e'r
They hear you now?
Mont. Good Sir but a word.
Dub. How soon the loss of wealth makes any man
Grow out of knowledge.
Long. Let me see, I pray, Sir,
Never stood you upon the Pillory?
1 Law. The Pillory?
Long. Oh now I know you did not.
Y'ave ears, I thought ye had lost 'em; pray observe,
Here's one that once was gracious in your eyes.
1 Law. Oh my Lord, have an eye upon him.
Long. But ha' you ne'er a Counsel to redeem
His Land yet from the judgement?
2 Law. None but this, a Writ of error to remove the cause.