Tom. Sir, I'll swear it before any judge in England.
Dicky. But are you sure that he's dead in law?
Tom. Dead in law! I can't tell whether he be dead in law. But he's as dead as a door nail; for I gave him seven knocks on the head with a hammer.
Dicky. Then you have the estate by statute. Any man that's knocked on the head is dead in law.
Clinch. jun. But are you sure he was compos mentis when he was killed?
Tom. I suppose he was, sir; for he told me nothing to the contrary afterwards.
Clinch. jun. Hey! Then I go to the Jubilee.—Strip, sir, strip. By Jupiter Ammon, strip.
Dicky. Ah! don't swear, sir.
[Puts on his Brother's Clothes.
Clinch. jun. Swear, sir! Zoons, ha'n't I got the estate, sir? Come, sir, now I'm in mourning for my brother.