Sul. Ay, sir,—and unless you have pity upon me, and smoke one pipe with me, I must e'en go home to my wife, and I had rather go to the devil by half.
Sir C. But I presume, sir, you won't see your wife to-night, she'll be gone to bed——you don't use to lie with your wife in that pickle.
Sul. What! not lie with my wife! Why, sir, do you take me for an atheist, or a rake?
Sir C. If you hate her, sir, I think you had better lie from her.
Sul. I think so too, friend——but I am a justice of peace, and must do nothing against the law.
Sir C. Law! as I take it, Mr. Justice, nobody observes law for law's sake, only for the good of those for whom it was made.
Sul. But if the law orders me to send you to gaol, you must lie there, my friend.
Sir C. Not unless I commit a crime to deserve it.
Sul. A crime! oons, an't I married?
Sir C. Nay, sir, if you call marriage a crime, you must disown it for a law.