[393] The dress of the serjeants at that time.
[394] [Edits., riot.]
[395] [Edits., Law.]
ACTUS IV., SCÆNA 1.
Enter Sir Oliver, Justice Tutchin, Taffata, and Adriana.
Oliver. Good meat the belly fills, good wine the brain;
Women please men, men pleasure them again:
Ka me, ka thee: one thing must rub another:
English love Scots, Welshmen love each other.
Jus. Tut. You say very right, Sir Oliver, very right;
I have't in my noddle, i' faith. That's all the fault
Old justices have; when they are at feasts,
They will bib[396] hard; they will be fine sunburnt,
Sufficient fox'd or columber'd, now and then.
Now could I sit in my chair at home, and nod
A drunkard to the stocks by virtue of
The last statute rarely[397].
Taf. Sir, you are merry.
Jus. Tut. I am indeed.