Const. Very well. The man speaks reason, and like a gentleman.
Wife. But pray, Mr. Constable, ask him how he changed clothes with him.
Const. Silence, woman, and don't disturb the court. Well, sir, how did you change clothes?
Clinch. sen. Why, sir, he pulled off my coat, and I drew off his: so I put on his coat, and he put on mine.
Const. Why, neighbour, I don't find that he's guilty: search him—and if he carries no arms about him, we'll let him go.
[They search his Pockets, and pull out his Pistols.
Clinch. sen. Oh, gemini! My Jubilee pistols!
Const. What, a case of pistols! Then the case is plain. Speak, what are you, sir? Whence came you, and whither go you?
Clinch. sen. Sir, I came from Russel Street, and am going to the Jubilee.
Wife. You shall go the gallows, you rogue.