SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Zounds! the lieutenant—I smell of the black hole already. [Exit.]
Enter JUSTICE CREDULOUS and DOCTOR ROSY.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
I thought I saw some of the cut-throats.
DR. ROSY.
I fancy not; there’s no one but honest Humphrey. Ha! Odds life, here comes some of them—we’ll stay by these trees, and let them pass.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Oh, the bloody-looking dogs!
[Walks aside with DOCTOR ROSY.] Re-enter CORPORAL FLINT and two SOLDIERS.
CORPORAL FLINT.
Halloa, friend! do you serve Justice Credulous?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
I do.
CORPORAL FLINT.
Are you rich?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Noa.