To. Nay, nay; e’en let pride go afore, shame will follow after, I warrant you. Come, why dost thou weep now? Thou art not the first good cow hast had an ill calf, I trust.
Enter Constable.
What’s the news with that fellow?
Go. Sir, the knight and your man Quicksilver are without; will you ha’ ’hem brought in?
To. O, by any means. [Exit Constable.] And, son, here’s a chair; appear terrible unto ’hem on the first interview. Let them behold the melancholy of a magistrate, and taste the fury of a citizen in office. 180
Go. Why, sir, I can do nothing to ’hem, except you charge ’hem with somewhat.
To. I will charge ’hem and recharge ’hem, rather than authority should want foil to set it off.
Go. No, good sir, I will not.
To. Son, it is your place; by any means——
Go. Believe it, I will not, sir.