RAVEN. The best is, Sergeant, if he be a true Scholar, he wears no weapon, I think.
PUT.
No, no, he wears no weapon.
RAVEN. Mass, I am right glad of that: ’tas put me in better heart. Nay, if I clutch him once, let me alone to drag him if he be stiff-necked. I have been one of the six my self, that has dragged as tall men of their hands, when their weapons have been gone, as ever bastinadoed a Sergeant—I have done, I can tell you.
DOGSON.
Sergeant Puttock, Sergeant Puttock.
PUT.
Hoh.
DOGSON.
He’s coming out single.
PUT. Peace, peace, be not too greedy; let him play a little, let him play a litle: we’ll jerk him up of a sudden. I ha fished in my time.
RAVEN.
Aye, and caught many a fool, Sergeant.
[Enter Pye-board.]
PYE.
I parted now from Nicholas: the chain’s couched,
And the old Knight has spent his rage upont;
The widdow holds me in great Admiration
For cunning Art: mongst joys I am ’een lost,
For my device can no way now be crossed.
And now I must to prison to the captain,
And there—