SERJEANT.
So in both cases, get out of my house.
Sir LUKE.
Nay, but Serjeant—
SERJEANT.
Troop I tell you, and never again enter these walls—you have libelled my wife, and I will see you no more.
Sir LUKE.
Was there ever such a—
SERJEANT.
March! and as to my daughter, I would as soon marry her to a forma pauperis client.