1st Con. I will grub you. In with him to the stocks; there let him sit till to-morrow morning, that Justice Quodlibet may examine him.
Mul. Why, but I tell thee——
2d Con. Why, but I tell thee, we’ll tell thee now.
Mul. Am I not mad? am I not an ass? Why, scabs, God’s-foot! let me out. 60
2d Con. Ay, ay, let him prate; he shall find matter in us scabs, I warrant: God’s-so, what good members of the commonwealth do we prove!
1st Con. Prithee, peace; let’s remember our duties, and let’s[88] go sleep, in the fear of God.
[Exeunt, having left Mulligrub in the stocks.
Mul. Who goes there? Illo, ho, ho: zounds, shall I run mad—lose my wits! Shall I be hang’d? Hark; who goes there? Do not fear to be poor, Mulligrub; thou hast a sure stock now.
Re-enter Cocledemoy like a bellman.
Coc. The night grows old, 70
And many a cuckold
Is now—Wha, ha, ha, ho!
Maids on their backs
Dream of sweet smacks,
And warm—Wo, ho, ho, ho!