_Coc._ The night grows old, 70 And many a cuckold Is now--Wha, ha, ha, ho! Maids on their backs Dream of sweet smacks, And warm--Wo, ho, ho, ho! I must go comfort my venerable Mulligrub, I must fiddle him till he fist.[89] Fough! Maids in your night-rails, Look well to your light-- Keep close your locks, 80 And down your smocks; Keep a broad eye, And a close thigh. Excellent, excellent! Who's there? Now, Lord, Lord--Master Mulligrub--deliver us! what does your worship in the stocks? I pray come out, sir. _Mul._ Zounds, man, I tell thee I am lock'd! _Coc._ Lock'd! O world! O men! O time! O night! that canst not discern virtue and wisdom, and one of the common council! What is your worship in for? 90 _Mul._ For (a plague on't) suspicion of felony. _Coc._ Nay, and it be such a trifle, Lord, I could weep, to see your good worship in this taking. Your worship has been a good friend to me, and tho' you have forgot me, yet I knew your wife before she was married, and since I have found your worship's door open, and I have knock'd, and God knows what I have saved: and do I live to see your worship stocked? _Mul._ Honest bellman, I perceive Thou knowest me: I prithee call the watch. 100 Inform the constable of my reputation, That I may no longer abide in this shameful habitation, And hold thee all I have about me. [_Gives him his purse._ _Coc._ 'Tis more than I deserve, sir: let me alone for your delivery. _Mul._ Do, and then let me alone with Cocledemoy. I'll moy him! _Re-enter the_ Constables. _Coc._ Maids in your---- Master Constable, whose that ith' stocks? _1st Con._ One for a robbery: one Mulligrub, he calls himself. Mulligrub? Bellman, knowest thou him? 111 _Coc._ Know him! O, Master Constable, what good service have you done! Know him? He's a strong thief; his house has been suspected for a bawdy tavern a great while, and a receipt for cut-purses, 'tis most certain. He has been long in the black book, and is he ta'en now? _2d Con._ By'r lady, my masters, we'll not trust the stocks with him, we'll have him to the justices, get a _mittimus_ to Newgate presently. Come, sir, come on, sir. 121 _Mul._ Ha! does your rascalship yet know my worship in the end? _1st Con._ Ay, the end of your worship we know. _Mul._ Ha! goodman constable, here's an honest fellow can tell you what I am? _2d Con._ 'Tis true, sir; y'are a strong thief, he says, on his own knowledge. Bind fast, bind fast! we know you. We'll trust no stocks with you. Away with him to the jail instantly. 130