[Exit.
Enter three Constables; to them Cocledemoy.
1st Con. Who goes there? Come before the constable. 24
Coc. Bread o’ God! constable, you are a watch for
the devil. Honest men are robb’d under your nose; there’s a false knave in the habit of a vintner set upon me; he would have had my purse, but I took me to my heels: yet he got my cloak, a plain stuff cloak, poor, yet ’twill serve to hang him. ’Tis my loss, poor man that I am! 31
[Exit.
Enter Mulligrub running with Cocledemoy’s cloak.
2d Con. Masters, we must watch better; is’t not strange that knaves, drunkards, and thieves should be abroad, and yet we of the watch, scriveners, smiths, and tailors, never stir?
1st Con. Hark, who goes there?
Mul. An honest man and a citizen.