[With irony.]
Since order in your land, it seems, prevails,
Without so much as clash and show of arms,
How bring you sullen dogs like these to time?
With kindness?
The Friend.
Give you leave that I may try? [The Crowd favour this, but the Officials demur, conferring apart. Finally they decide to try the experiment.]
The Magistrate.
[With a wave of the hand.]
’Tis Eastertide. Such pleasantry will feed