Pin. How do you say, sir? All this is a delusion! an imposition!
Barb. Perfectly so, sir; no otherwise, indeed, sir; and they have seized Mr. Constable there, my neighbour, who came into the house to keep the peace, when they were waging war in it.
Pin. What, lay hold upon a constable! detain the constable! Do they know what they do?
Barb. Ay, they know very well; but they don't care what they do.
Pin. And was the ghost a cheat, and calling this an inn all imposition?
Barb. Yes, sir; but here Mr. Constable has found below stairs an inlet into the house, and whence he can let in all the people of Drury Lane and the parts adjacent.
Pin. I have heard of Drury Lane in the country; but they will do as well as any for this purpose.
Barb. That is most excellent good luck; we will swing them for false imprisonment, and that of so great an officer as a constable.
Constable. But, sir, I want a warrant to do what I would on this occasion.