Sir John. None——By my Priesthood!
Just. Then, Mr. Constable, you may discharge him.
Sir John. Sir, your very humble Servant. If you please to accept of a Bottle—
Just. I thank you, kindly, Sir; but I never drink in a Morning. Good-by t'ye, Sir, good-by t'ye.
Sir John. Good by t'ye, good Sir. [Exit Justice.] So——now, Mr. Constable, shall you and I go pick up a Whore together?
Constab. No, thank you, Sir; my Wife's enough to satisfy any reasonable Man.
Sir John. [Aside.] He, he, he, he—the Fool is married, then. Well, you won't go?
Constab. Not I, truly.
Sir John. Then I'll go by myself; and you and your Wife may be damn'd.
[Exit Sir John.