[Exeunt More.]
I see the purpose of this gentleman
Is but to check the folly of the Justice,
For blaming others in a desperate case,
Wherein himself may fall as soon as any.
To save my life, it is a good adventure:
Silence there, ho! now doth the Justice enter.
[Enter Justice Suresby.]
SURESBY.
Now, sirrah, now, what is your will with me?
Wilt thou discharge thy conscience like an honest man?
What sayest to me, sirrah? be brief, be brief.
LIFTER.
As brief, sir, as I can.—
[Aside.] If ye stand fair, I will be brief anon.
SURESBY.
Speak out, and mumble not; what sayest thou, sirrah?
LIFTER.
Sir, I am charged, as God shall be my comfort,
With more than’s true.
SURESBY.
Sir, sir, ye are indeed, with more than’s true,
For you are flatly charged with felony;
You’re charged with more than truth, and that is theft;
More than a true man should be charged withal;
Thou art a varlet, that’s no more than true.
Trifle not with me; do not, do not, sirrah;
Confess but what thou knowest, I ask no more.
LIFTER.
There be, sir, there be, if’t shall please your worship—
SURESBY.
There be, varlet! what be there? tell me what there be.
Come off or on: there be! what be there, knave?