Throat. The kingdom's eye!
I tell thee, fool, it is the kingdom's nose,
By which she smells out all these rich transgressors:
Nor is't of flesh, but merely made of wax,
And 'tis within the power of us lawyers
To wrest this nose of wax which way we please:
Or it may be, as thou say'st, an eye indeed;
But if it be, 'tis (sure) a woman's eye, [Knock within.
That's ever rolling.
Dash. One knocks.
Throat. Go, see who 'tis—
Stay, my chair and gown; and then go see who knocks.
Thus must I seem a lawyer, which am indeed
But merely dregs and off scum of the law.
Enter Boutcher, Dash, and Constantia.
Ay, tricesimo primo Alberti Magni,
'Tis very clear.
Bout. God save you, sir.
Throat. The place is very pregnant. Master Boutcher,
Most hearty welcome, sir.
Bout. You ply this gear,
You are no truant in the law, I see?
Throat. Faith, some hundred books in folio I have
Turn'd over to better my own knowledge;
But that is nothing for a studient.[347]