Const. And I have warrant here,
To search for such stol’n ware: these lawns are stol’n.
Cand. Indeed!
Const. So he’s the thief, you the receiver:
I’m sorry for this chance, I must commit you.
Cand. Me, sir, for what?
Const. These goods are found upon you,
And you must answer’t.
Cand. Must I so?
Const. Most certain.
Cand. I’ll send for bail.
Const. I dare not: yet because
You are a citizen of worth, you shall not
Be made a pointing stock, but without guard,
Pass only with myself.
Cand. To Bridewell too?