Syl. Gentlemen, he offered to let me go away for two guineas, but I had not so much about me: this is truth, and I am ready to swear it.
Kite. And I'll swear it: give me the book—'tis for the good of the service.
Mob. May it please your worship, I gave him half a crown, to say that I was an honest man; but now, since that your worships have made me a rogue, I hope I shall have my money again.
Bal. 'Tis my opinion, that this constable be put into the captain's hands, and if his friends don't bring four good men for his ransom by to-morrow night, captain, you shall carry him to Flanders.
Scale. Scrup. Agreed, agreed.
Plume. Mr. Kite, take the constable into custody.
Kite. Ay, ay, sir. [To the Constable.] Will you please to have your office taken from you? or will you handsomely lay down your staff, as your betters have done before you?
[Constable drops his Staff.
Bal. Come, gentlemen, there needs no great ceremony in adjourning this court. Captain, you shall dine with me.
Kite. Come, Mr. Militia Serjeant, I shall silence you now, I believe, without your taking the law of me.