Jer. Ay, to choose, I thank you.
Wid. And are all my hopes frustrated? Shall I never hear thee put cases again to John the butler, or our vicar? never see thee amble the circuit with the judges; and hear thee, in our town-hall, louder than the crier?
Jer. No, for I have taken my leave of lawyering and pettifogging.
Wid. Pettifogging! thou profane villain, hast thou so? Pettifogging!—then you shall take your leave of me, and your estate too; thou shalt be an alien to me and it forever. Pettifogging!
Jer. O, but if you go there too, mother, we have the deeds and settlements, I thank you. Would you cheat me of my estate, i'fac?
Wid. No, no, I will not cheat your little brother Bob; for thou wert not born in wedlock.
Free. How's that?
Jer. How? what quirk has she got in her head now?
Wid. I say, thou canst not, shalt not inherit the Blackacres' estate.