Constab. Pray, acquaint his Worship, we have got an unruly Parson here: We are unwilling to expose him, but don't know what to do with him.
Serv. I'll acquaint my Master.
[Exit Serv.
Sir John. You——Constable—What damn'd Justice is this?
Constab. One that will take Care of you, I warrant you.
Enter Justice.
Just. Well, Mr. Constable, what's the Disorder here?
Constab. An't please your Worship——
Sir John. Let me speak, and be damn'd: I'm a Divine, and can unfold Mysteries better than you can do.