_Serv._ Yes. _Constab._ Pray acquaint his Worship we have got an unruly Woman here, and desire to know what he'll please to have done with her. _Serv._ I'll acquaint my Master. [_Exit Serv._ _Sir John._ Hark you, Constable, what cuckoldly Justice is this? _Const._ One that knows how to deal with such Romps as you are, I'll warrant you. _Enter Justice._ _Just._ Well, Mr. Constable, what is the matter there? _Const._ An't please your Worship, this here comical sort of a Gentlewoman has committed great Outrages to-night. She has been frolicking with my Lord _Rake_ and his Gang; they attacked the Watch, and I hear there has been a Man kill'd: I believe 'tis they have done it. _Sir John._ Sir, there may have been Murder, for aught I know; and 'tis a great Mercy there has not been a Rape too--that Fellow wou'd have ravish'd me. _2d Watch._ Ravish! Ravish! O lud! O lud! O lud! Ravish her! Why, please your Worship, I heard Mr. Constable say he believed she was little better than a Maphrodite. _Just._ Why, truly, she does seem a little masculine about the Mouth. _2d Watch._ Yes, and about the Hands too, an't please your Worship; I did but offer in mere civility to help her up the Steps into our Apartment, and with her gripen Fist--ay, just so, Sir. [_Sir ~John~ knocks him down._ _Sir John._ I fell'd him to the Ground like an Ox. _Just._ Out upon this boisterous Woman! Out upon her. _Sir John._ Mr. Justice, he wou'd have been uncivil! It was in Defence of my Honour, and I demand Satisfaction. _2d Watch._ I hope your Worship will satisfy her Honour in Bridewell; that Fist of hers will make an admirable Hemp-beater. _Sir John._ Sir, I hope you will protect me against that libidinous Rascal; I am a Woman of Quality and Virtue too, for all I am in an Undress this Morning. _Just._ Why, she has really the Air of a Sort of a Woman a little something out of the common----Madam, if you expect I shou'd be favourable to you, I desire I may know who you are. _Sir John._ Sir, I am any body, at your Service. _Just._ Lady, I desire to know your Name? _Sir John._ Sir, my Name's _Mary_. _Just._ Ay, but your Sur-name, Madam? _Sir John._ Sir, my Sur-name's the very same with my Husband's. _Just._ A strange Woman this! Who is your Husband, pray? _Sir John._ Sir _John_. _Just._ Sir _John_ who? _Sir John._ Sir _John Brute_. _Just._ Is it possible, Madam, you can be my Lady _Brute_? _Sir John._ That happy Woman, Sir, am I; only a little in my Merriment to-night. _Just._ I am concern'd for Sir _John_. _Sir John._ Truly, so am I. _Just._ I have heard he's an honest Gentleman---- _Sir John._ As ever drank. _Just._ Good lack! Indeed, Lady, I'm sorry he has such a Wife. _Sir John._ I am sorry he has any Wife at all. _Just._ And so perhaps may he----I doubt you have not given him a very good Taste of Matrimony.