Enter Twitch, with Rover bound, who keeps his face
averted, and Two Ruffians.
Eph. [Advances.] Speak thou.
Sir Geo. Hold thy clapper thou—Who are the prosecutors?
Eph. Call in—
Sir Geo. Will nobody stop his mouth? [John Dory pushes him up against the wall.] Where are the prosecutors?
Twitch. There, tell his worship, the justice.
2d Ruffian. A justice—Oh! the devil! I thought we should have nothing but quakers to deal with. [Aside.] Why, your honour, I'll swear—
[In a feigned country voice.
Sir Geo. [Looking at them.] Oh, ho! Clap down the hatches, secure these sharks.
Rover. I thought I should find you here, Abrawang, and that you had some knowledge of these fellows.