Sir Simon. Did he? I wish he had taken the jump with the brazier tied to his neck.
[Peregrine and Job come forward.
Pereg. [Apart to Job.] I can discuss it better in your absence. Be near with Mary: should the issue be favourable, I will call you.
Job. [Apart to Pereg.] Well, well! I will. You have a better head at it than I.——Justice! Oh, if I was Lord Chancellor, I'd knock all the family down with the mace, in a minute.
[Exit.
Pereg. Suffer me to say a few words, Sir Simon Rochdale, in behalf of that unhappy man.
[Pointing to where Job was gone out.
Sir Simon. And pray, sir, what privilege have you to interfere in my domestic concerns?
Pereg. None, as it appears abstractedly. Old Thornberry has just deputed me to accommodate his domestic concerns with you: I would, willingly, not touch upon yours.
Sir Simon. Poh! poh! You can't touch upon one, Without being impertinent about the other.