_Colonel S._ 'Tis ten to one whether I shall or no; they have deceived me already. _Sir H._ That's hard--but some means I shall devise for your satisfaction--[_Noise._]--We must fly this place, else that cluster of mob will overwhelm us. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ MOB, TOM ERRAND'S _Wife hurrying in_ CLINCHER SENIOR _in_ ERRAND'S _Clothes_. _Wife._ Oh! the villain, the rogue, he has murdered my husband. Ah, my poor Timothy! [_Crying._ _Clinch. sen._ Dem your Timothy!--your husband has murdered me, woman; for he has carried away my fine Jubilee clothes. _Mob._ Away with him----away with him to the Thames. _Clinch. sen._ Oh, if I had but my swimming girdle now! _Enter_ CONSTABLE. _Const._ Hold, neighbours, I command the peace. _Wife._ Oh, Mr. Constable, here's a rogue that has murdered my husband, and robbed him of his clothes. _Const._ Murder and robbery!--Then he must be a gentleman.----Hands off there; he must not be abused.----Give an account of yourself. Are you a gentleman? _Clinch. sen._ No, sir, I'm a beau. _Const._ A beau--Then you have killed nobody, I'm persuaded. How came you by these clothes, sir? _Clinch. sen._ You must know, sir, that walking along, sir, I don't know how, sir, I can't tell where, sir,--and so the porter and I changed clothes, sir. _Const._ Very well. The man speaks reason, and like a gentleman. _Wife._ But pray, Mr. Constable, ask him how he changed clothes with him. _Const._ Silence, woman, and don't disturb the court. Well, sir, how did you change clothes? _Clinch. sen._ Why, sir, he pulled off my coat, and I drew off his: so I put on his coat, and he put on mine. _Const._ Why, neighbour, I don't find that he's guilty: search him--and if he carries no arms about him, we'll let him go. [_They search his Pockets, and pull out his Pistols._ _Clinch. sen._ Oh, gemini! My Jubilee pistols! _Const._ What, a case of pistols! Then the case is plain. Speak, what are you, sir? Whence came you, and whither go you? _Clinch. sen._ Sir, I came from Russel Street, and am going to the Jubilee. _Wife._ You shall go the gallows, you rogue. _Const._ Away with him, away with him to Newgate, straight. _Clinch. sen._ I shall go to the Jubilee now, indeed. _Enter_ SIR. H. WILDAIR _and_ COLONEL STANDARD. _Sir H._ In short, colonel, 'tis all nonsense--fight for a woman! Hard by is the lady's house, if you please, we'll wait on her together: you shall draw your sword--I'll draw my snuff-box: you shall produce your wounds received in war--I'll relate mine by Cupid's dart: you shall swear--I'll sigh: you shall sa, sa, and I'll coupée; and if she flies not to my arms, like a hawk to its perch, my dancing-master deserves to be damned. _Colonel S._ With the generality of women, I grant you, these arts may prevail.