GOODY RICKBY You left it behind—the last time.
JUSTICE MERTON I have not the honour to remember—
GOODY RICKBY The one I embroidered?
JUSTICE MERTON ’Tis a matter—
GOODY RICKBY Of some two and twenty years. [Stretching out the narrow width of the waistcoat.] Will you try it on now, dearie?
JUSTICE MERTON Unconscionable! Un-un-unconscionable witch!
GOODY RICKBY Witchling—thou used to say.
JUSTICE MERTON
Pah! pah! I forget myself. Pride, permit me, goeth before a fall. As a magistrate, Rickby, I have already borne with you long! The last straw, however, breaks the camel’s back.
GOODY RICKBY Poor camel!