Taylor. An't please you, I'm a Dissenting Journeyman Woman's Taylor.
Sir John. Then, Sirrah, you love Lying by your Religion, and Theft by your Trade: And so, that your Punishment may be suitable to your Crimes——I'll have you first gagg'd——and then hang'd.
Tayl. Pray, good worthy Gentlemen, don't abuse me: Indeed I'm an honest Man, and a good Workman, tho' I say it, that shou'd not say it.
Sir John. No Words, Sirrah, but attend your Fate.
Lord Rake. Let me see what's in that Bundle.
Tayl. An't please you, it's my Lady's short Cloak and Sack.
Sir John. What Lady, you Reptile, you?
Tayl. My Lady Brute, an't please your Honour.
Sir John. My Lady Brute! my Wife! the Robe of my Wife—with Reverence let me approach it. The dear Angel is always taking Care of me in Danger, and has sent me this Suit of Armour to protect me in this Day of Battle; on they go.
All. O brave Knight!