Constable. Please your worships, all is ready.
Ponser. Hoist away, then, hoist away.
[Porter is tucked up.]
Mat. Come, it seems to be pretty well over with him now. The constable has given him a jerk, and done his business.
Bottle. He’s an excellent fellow.
Ponser. The best informer in the whole county.
Bottle. And must be well encouraged.
Ponser. He shall never want a licence, whilst I live.
Noodle. Come, shall we go to dinner?