Omnes. O brave Master, yfaith.
Clowne. Therefore sit downe; and as by vertue of our place we have Authority given, so let us as officers doe, knaves of our function as of others; let us, I say, be unbounded in our Authority, having the Lawes, I meane the Keyes, in our owne hands.
Const. Friend, friend, you are too forward in your Authority; your command is limited where I am in place: for though you are the Lieutenants man know, sir, that I am Master of the worke and Constable Royall under the Kings Maiesty.
Omnes. Marry is hee.
Const. If their testimonie will not satisfie, here my Title: At this place, in this time, and upon this occasion I am Prince over these Publicans, Lord over these Larroones,[147] Regent of these Rugs,[148] Viceroy over these Vagabonds, King of these Caterpillars; and indeed, being a Constable, directly Soveraigne over these my Subiects.
2 Off. If all these stiles, so hard to climbe over, belong to the office of a Constable, what kin is he to the Divell?
Const. Why to the Devill, my friend?
Clown. Ile tell you: because a Constable is King of Nights and the other is Prince of Darknesse.
Const. Darke as it is, by the twilight of my Lanthorne methinks I see a company of Woodcocks.
2 Off. How can you discerne them?