Scale. Nor can I hear of any body that does—Oh! here they come.
Enter Sylvia, Bullock, Rose, Prisoners, and
Constable.
Const. May it please your worships, we took them in the very act, re infecta, sir—The gentleman, indeed, behaved himself like a gentleman, for he drew his sword and swore, and afterwards laid it down and said nothing.
Bal. Give the gentleman his sword again—Wait you without. [Exeunt Constable and Watch.] I'm sorry, sir, [To Sylvia.] to know a gentleman upon such terms, that the occasion of our meeting should prevent the satisfaction of an acquaintance.
Syl. Sir, you need make no apology for your warrant, no more than I shall do for my behaviour—my innocence is upon an equal foot with your authority.
Scale. Innocence! have you not seduced that young maid?
Syl. No, Mr. Goosecap, she seduced me.
Bul. So she did, I'll swear—for she proposed marriage first.
Bal. What, then you are married, child? [To Rose.
Rose. Yes, sir, to my sorrow.