JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Is this language for his majestu’s representative? By the statutes, it’s high treason and petty treason, both at once!
Enter SERVANT.
SERVANT.
A letter for your worship.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Who brought it?
SERVANT.
A soldier.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Take it away and burn it.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Stay!—Now you’re in such a hurry—it is some canting scrawl from the lieutenant, I suppose.—[Takes the letter.— Exit SERVANT.] Let me see:—ay, ’tis signed O’Connor.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Well, come read it out.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
[Reads.] Revenge is sweet.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
It begins so, does it? I’m glad of that; I’ll let the dog know I’m of his opinion.