[_Draws_.
_Burr_. Will you, sir? [_They fight_.
_Const. Set. Par_. Help, murder, murder!
_Enter, at one door, TRICE drunk, with the Watch; BIBBER and FRANCES
following; at the other, NONSUCH and Servants, and FAILER_.
_Non_. Murder, murder! beat down their weapons. Will you
murder Sir Timorous, Mr Loveby?--[_They disarm both_.] Sir
Timorous?--ha, Burr! Thieves, thieves!--sit down, good Mr Justice, and
take their examinations. Now I shall know how my money went.
_Trice_. They shall have justice, I warrant them. [_Goes to
sit, and misses the chair_.
_Bib_. The justice is almost dead drunk, my lord.
_Fran_. But an't please your worship, my lord, this is not the
worst sight that we have seen here to-night in your worship's house;
we met three or four hugeous ugly devils, with eyes like saucers, that
threw down my husband, that threw down me, that made my heart so panck
ever since, as they say!--
_Non_. The devil again in my house?
_Lov_. Nay, here he was, that's certain; he brought me hither, I
know not how myself, and married me; Mr Setstone there can justify it:
But the best is, I have a charm about me, that will lay him yet ere
midnight.
_Fail_. And I vow to gad, my lord, I know as little how I came
hither as any man.
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