Enter LOVEBY, and CONSTANCE with the light.
Ha! yonder's my lady Constance! who have I got? a stone priest, by this good light. How's this, Loveby too!
Lov. Burr a-beating my reverend clergy? What makes you here at this unseasonable hour? I'll know your business. [Draws.
Burr. Will you, sir? [They fight.
Const. Set. Par. Help, murder, murder!
Enter, at one door, TRICE drunk, with the Watch; BIBBER and FRANCES following; at the other, NONSUCH and Servants, and FAILER.
Non. Murder, murder! beat down their weapons. Will you murder Sir Timorous, Mr Loveby?—[They disarm both.] Sir Timorous?—ha, Burr! Thieves, thieves!—sit down, good Mr Justice, and take their examinations. Now I shall know how my money went.
Trice. They shall have justice, I warrant them. [Goes to sit, and misses the chair.
Bib. The justice is almost dead drunk, my lord.
Fran. But an't please your worship, my lord, this is not the worst sight that we have seen here to-night in your worship's house; we met three or four hugeous ugly devils, with eyes like saucers, that threw down my husband, that threw down me, that made my heart so panck ever since, as they say!—