SERVANT.
A country-looking fellow, your worship.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh, well, well, for Doctor Rosy; these rascals try all ways to get in here.
SERVANT.
Yes, please your worship; there was one here this morning wanted to speak to you; he said his name was Corporal Breakbones.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Corporal Breakbones!
SERVANT.
And Drummer Crackskull came again.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Ay, did you ever hear of such a damned confounded crew? Well, show the lad in here! [Exit SERVANT.]
DR. ROSY.
Ay, he’ll be your porter; he’ll give the rogues an answer.
Enter LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR, disguised.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
So, a tall—Efacks! what! has lost an eye?
DR. ROSY.
Only a bruise he got in taking seven or eight highwaymen.