Octa.

     Happy simplicitie!

     Jac.

     My dearest and my best one, Don Jamie.

     Octa.

     And the Advocate, that caus’d us to be summon’d.

     Asc.

     My Lord is mov’d, I see it in his looks,
     And that man, in the Gown, in my opinion
     Looks like a proguing Knave.

     Jac.

     Peace, give them leave.

     Jam.

     Serve me with Process?

     Bar.

     My Lord, you are not lawless.

     Jam.

     Nor thou honest;
     One, that not long since was the buckram Scribe,
     That would run on mens errands for an Asper,
     And from such baseness, having rais’d a Stock
     To bribe the covetous Judge, call’d to the Bar. 
     So poor in practice too, that you would plead
     A needy Clyents Cause, for a starv’d Hen,
     Or half a little Loin of Veal, though fly-blown,
     And these, the greatest Fees you could arrive at
     For just proceedings; but since you turn’d Rascal—­

     Bar.

     Good words, my Lord.

     Jam.

     And grew my Brothers Bawd,
     In all his vitious courses, soothing him
     In his dishonest practises, you are grown
     The rich, and eminent Knave, in the Devils name,
     What am I cited for?

     Bar.

     You shall know anon,
     And then too late repent this bitter language,
     Or I’ll miss of my ends.

     Jam.

     Were’t not in Court,
     I would beat that fat of thine, rais’d by the food
     Snatch’d from poor Clyents mouths, into a jelly: 
     I would (my man of Law) but I am patient,
     And would obey the Judge.

     Bar.

     ’Tis your best course: 
     Would every enemy I have would beat me,
     I would wish no better Action.

     Octa.

     ’Save your Lordship.

     Asc.

     My humble service.

     Jam.

     My good Boy, how dost thou? 
     Why art thou call’d into the Court?

     Enter Assistant, Henrique, Officer, and Witnesses.

     Asc.

     I know not,
     But ’tis my Lord the Assistants pleasure
     I should attend here.

     Jam.

     He will soon resolve us.

     Offi.

     Make way there for the Judge.

     Jam.

     How? my kind Brother? 
     Nay then ’tis rank:  there is some villany towards.

     Assist.

     This Sessions purchas’d at your suit, Don Henrique,
     Hath brought us hither, to hear and determine
     Of what you can prefer.