Par. Master constable, a little argument will persuade you to believe I am grossly abused. Sure, this does not look like a piece that a man would sin to enjoy: let that then move your pity and care of my reputation. Consider my calling, and do not bring me to a public shame for what you're sure I am not guilty of, but by plot of some villains.[262]
Bawd. Dear, will you disclaim me now?
Par. O impudence!
Jolly. Master constable, do your duty. Take them both away, as you will answer it.
Capt. Give him his cassock to cover him.
[They put on his cassock and her coat, and lead them away.
Par. Why, gentlemen, whither will you carry me?
Capt. To the next justice, I think it is Master Wild; he is newly come from travel. It will be a good way, neighbours, to express our respects to him.
Par. No, faith, gentlemen, e'en go the next way to Tyburn, and despatch the business without ceremony, for you'll utterly disgrace me. This is that damned captain: my wife is abroad too; I fear she is of the plot.
Jolly. Come, away with 'em.