O’Ded. And sarve him right too. That’s a big rogue, that runs in debt wid his eyes open, and though he has property, refuses to pay. Is he safe?
Ponder. He was bailed by Swash the brewer.
O’Ded. And was the other sarved on Shuttle, the weaver?
Ponder. Aye.
O’Ded. Who bailed him?
Ponder. Nobody. He’s gone to jail.
O’Ded. Gone to jail! Why his poverty is owing to misfortune. He can’t pay. Well, that’s not our affair. The law must have its course.
Ponder. So Shuttle said to his wife, as she hung crying on his shoulder.
O’Ded. That’s it; he’s a sensible man; and that’s more than his wife is. We’ve nothing to do with women’s tears.
Ponder. Not a bit. So they walked him off to jail in a jiffey, if I may be allowed the expression.