Lurcher. Ay, as dead as my great grandmother.
Pris. Counsel. What did you do with the body?
Ponser. That’s not a fair question. It ought not to be answered.
Lurcher. I bean’t ashamed nor afeard to tell, not I. We carried it to his worship, squire Ponser; and his worship had him roasted, with a pudding in his belly, for dinner, that seame day.
Council for Pros. That is nothing to the purpose. Have you any more questions for the witness?
Pris. Counsel. Yes, I have. Pray friend, how do you know the body you found was the very same you saw on the evening before?
Lurcher. I can’t tell; but I’m ready to take my bible oath on’t.
Pris. Counsel. That is a princely argument, and I shall ask you nothing farther.
Mrs. Margery Dripping, cook to his worship squire Ponser, deposed to the condition of the deceased.
DEFENCE