LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
A bribe! what’s that?
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
A very ignorant fellow indeed!
DR. ROSY.
His worship hopes you will not part with your honesty for money.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Noa, noa.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Well said, Humphrey—my chief business with you is to watch the motions of a rake-helly fellow here, one Lieutenant O’Connor.
DR. ROSY.
Ay, you don’t value the soldiers, do you, Humphrey?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Not I; they are but zwaggerers, and you’ll see theu’ll be as much afraid of me as they would of their captain.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
And i’faith, Humphrey, you have a pretty cudgel there!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Ay, the zwitch is better than nothing, but I should be glad of a stouter: ha’ you got such a thing in the house as an old coach-pole, or a spare bed-post?
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oons, what a dragon it is!—Well, Humphrey, come with me.—I’ll just show him to Bridget, doctor, and we’ll agree.—Come along, honest Humphrey. [Exit.]