Man. No, faith; go this way, there goes an attorney; leave me for him; let it never be said a lawyer's civility did him hurt.
Law. No, worthy, honoured sir; I'll not leave you for any attorney, sure.
Man. Unless he had a fee in his hand.
Law. Have you any business here, sir? Try me: I'd serve you sooner than any attorney breathing.
Man. Business—[Aside.] So, I have thought of a sure way.—[Aloud.] Yes, faith, I have a little business.
Law. Have you so, sir? in what court, sir? what is't, sir? Tell me but how I may serve you, and I'll do't, sir, and take it for as great an honour—
Man. Faith, 'tis for a poor orphan of a sea officer of mine, that has no money. But if it could be followed in forma pauperis, and when the legacy's recovered—
Law. Forma pauperis, sir!
Man. Ay, sir. [Several crossing the stage.
Law. Mr. Bumblecase, Mr. Bumblecase! a word with you.—Sir, I beg your pardon at present; I have a little business—