WAR. I say the Sheriff must see them, ere they go.
LIT. JOHN. You say so, Warman: Little John says no.
SHER. I say I must, for I am the king's shrieve.
LIT. JOHN. Your must is false; your office I believe.
WATCH. Down with him! down with him!
LIT. JOHN. Ye bark at me like curs, but I will down
With twenty "Stand, and who goes there?"[175] of you,
If ye stand long tempting my patience.
Why, Master Sheriff, think you me a fool?
What justice is there you should search my trunks,
Or stay my goods for that my master owes?
SHER. Here's Justice Warman, steward to your lord,
Suspects some coin, some jewels, or some plate
That 'longs unto your lord, are in your trunks,
And the extent is out for all his goods;
Therefore we ought to see none be convey'd.
WAR. True, Little John; I am the sorrier.
LIT. JOHN. A plague upon ye else, how sore ye weep!
Why, say, thou upstart, that there were some help,
Some little, little help in this distress,
To aid our lord and master comfortless,
Is it thy part, thou screen-fac'd snotty-nose,
To hinder him that gave thee all thou hast?
Enter JUSTICE WARMAN'S [French] WIFE oddly attired.