Wait. I’ll bring your lordship an exact account.

[Exit.

Lord R. Courage, knight! victory attends you!

Sir J. And laurels shall crown me. Drink away, and be d—d!

Lord R. Again, boys! t’other glass, and no morality.

Sir J. [drunk]. Ay, no morality—and d—n the watch! And let the constable be married.

All. Huzza!

Enter Waiter.

Lord R. How are the streets inhabited, sirrah!

Wait. My lord, it’s Sunday night, they are full of drunken citizens.

[Exit.

Lord R. Along, then, boys, we shall have a feast.

Col. Along, noble knight!

Sir J. Ay, along, Bully! and he that says Sir John Brute in not as drunk, and as religious as the drunkenest citizen of them all, is a liar, and the son of a whore.

Col. Why, that was bravely spoken, and like a free-born Englishman.

Sir J. What’s that to you, sir, whether I am an Englishman or a Frenchman?

Col. Zoons! you are not angry, sir?

Sir J. Zoons! I am angry, sir; for, if I am a free-born Englishman, what have you to do, even to talk of my privileges?

Lord R. Why, pr’ythee, knight, don’t quarrel here; leave private animosities to be decided by daylight; let the night be employed against the public enemy.

Sir J. My lord, I respect you, because you are a man of quality. But I’ll make that fellow know I’m within a hair’s-breadth as absolute by my privileges, as the king of France is by his prerogative. He, by his prerogative, takes money where it is not his due; I, by my privilege, refuse paying it where I owe it. Liberty and property, and old England! Huzza!

All. Huzza! [Exit Sir JOHN, reeling, the rest following