Job. And I can't tell, Sir Simon, how you may please to retail justice; but when a customer comes to deal largely with you, damn me if you don't shut up the shop windows!
Sir Simon. You are growing saucy. Leave the room, or I shall commit you.
Job. Commit me! you will please to observe, Sir Simon, I remember'd my duty, till you forgot yours. You asked me, at first, to sit down in your presence. I knew better than to do so, before a baronet and a justice of peace. But I lose my respect for my superior in rank, when he's so much below my equals in fair dealing:—and, since the magistrate has left the chair [Slams the Chair into the middle of the Room.] I'll sit down on it. [Sits down.] There!—'Tis fit it should be fill'd by somebody—and, dam'me if I leave the house till you redress my daughter, or I shame you all over the county!
Sir Simon. Why, you impudent mechanic! I shou'dn't wonder if the scoundrel call'd for my clerk, and sign'd my mittimus. [Rings the Bell.] Fellow, get out of that chair.
Job. I sha'n't stir. If you want to sit down, take another. This is the chair of justice: it's the most uneasy for you of any in the room.
Enter Servant.
Sir Simon. Tell Mr. Rochdale to come to me directly.
Serv. Yes, Sir Simon. [Sees Job.] Hee! hee!
Sir Simon. Don't stand grinning, you booby! but go.
Serv. Yes, Sir Simon. Hee! he!