ACT II.
Scene I.—The street.
Bailiff, Follower.
Bail. Come on, my trusty fellow, come on;
This day discharge thy duty, and at night
A double mug of beer, and beer shall glad thee.
Stand here by me, this way must Noodle pass.
Fol. No more, no more, O Bailiff! every word
Inspires my soul with virtue. Oh! I long