Sir Jol. Yes, yes, my servants conveyed it out of the house just now. Well, Sir Davy, a good morning to you: I wish you your health, with all my heart, Sir Davy; the first thing you do, though, I'd have you say your prayers by all means, if you can.
Sir Dav. If I can possibly, I will.
Sir Jol. Well, good-bye. [Exit.
Sir Dav. Well, good-bye heartily, good neighbour.—Vermin, Vermin!
Enter Vermin.
Ver. Did your honour call?
Sir Dav. Go run, run presently over the square, and call the constable presently; tell him here's murder committed, and that I must speak with him instantly. I'll e'en carry him to my neighbour's, that he may find the dead body there, and so let my neighbour be very fairly hanged in my stead; ha! a very good jest, as I hope to live, ha, ha, ha!—hey, what's that?
Watchmen. [Within.] Almost four o'clock, and a dark cloudy morning; good-morrow, my masters all, good-morrow!
Enter Constable and Watch.
Const. How's this, a door open! Come in, gentlemen.—Ah, Sir Davy, your honour's humble servant; I and my watch, going my morning-rounds, and finding your door open, made bold to enter, to see there were no danger. Your worship will excuse our care; a good morning to you, sir.