Just. I thank you, kindly, Madam; but I never drink in a Morning. 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, Madam; my Wife's enough to satisfy any reasonable Man.
Sir John. [Aside.] He, 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.
Constable. gazing after her.] Why, God-a-mercy, Lady.