Mul. Do, and then let me alone with Cocledemoy. I’ll moy him!
Re-enter the Constables.
Coc. Maids in your——
Master Constable, whose that ith’ stocks?
1st Con. One for a robbery: one Mulligrub, he calls himself. Mulligrub? Bellman, knowest thou him? 111
Coc. Know him! O, Master Constable, what good service have you done! Know him? He’s a strong thief; his house has been suspected for a bawdy tavern a great while, and a receipt for cut-purses, ’tis most certain. He has been long in the black book, and is he ta’en now?
2d Con. By’r lady, my masters, we’ll not trust the stocks with him, we’ll have him to the justices, get a mittimus to Newgate presently. Come, sir, come on, sir. 121
Mul. Ha! does your rascalship yet know my worship in the end?
1st Con. Ay, the end of your worship we know.
Mul. Ha! goodman constable, here’s an honest fellow can tell you what I am?
2d Con. ’Tis true, sir; y’are a strong thief, he says, on his own knowledge. Bind fast, bind fast! we know you. We’ll trust no stocks with you. Away with him to the jail instantly. 130