_Wid._ Heyday! I wish you would but snap up the counsel on t'other side anon at the bar as much; and have a little more patience with me, that I might instruct you a little better. _Pet._ You instruct me! what is my brief for, mistress? _Wid._ Ay, but you seldom read your brief but at the bar, if you do it then. _Pet._ Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't, and perhaps 'tis time enough: pray hold yourself contented, mistress. _Wid._ Nay, if you go there too, I will not be contented, sir; though you, I see, will lose my cause for want of speaking, I wo' not: you shall hear me, and shall be instructed. Let's see your brief. _Pet._ Send your solicitor to me. Instructed by a woman! I'd have you to know, I do not wear a bar-gown-- _Wid._ By a woman! and I'd have you to know, I am no common woman; but a woman conversant in the laws of the land, as well as yourself, though I have no bar-gown. _Pet._ Go to, go to, mistress, you are impertinent, and there's your brief for you: instruct me! [_Flings her breviate at her._ _Wid._ Impertinent to me, you saucy Jack, you! you return my breviate, but where's my fee? you'll be sure to keep that, and scan that so well, that if there chance to be but a brass half-crown in't, one's sure to hear on't again: would you would but look on your breviate half so narrowly! But pray give me my fee too, as well as my brief. _Pet._ Mistress, that's without precedent. When did a counsel ever return his fee, pray? and you are impertinent and ignorant to demand it. _Wid._ Impertinent again, and ignorant, to me! Gads-bodikins, you puny upstart in the law, to use me so! you green-bag carrier, you murderer of unfortunate causes, the clerk's ink is scarce off of your fingers,--you that newly come from lamp-blacking the judges' shoes, and are not fit to wipe mine; you call me impertinent and ignorant! I would give thee a cuff on the ear, sitting the courts, if I were ignorant. Marry-gep, if it had not been for me, thou hadst been yet but a hearing counsel at the bar. [_Exit_ PETULANT. _Enter_ Mr. BUTTONGOWN, _crossing the stage in haste._ Mr. Buttongown, Mr. Buttongown, whither so fast? what, won't you stay till we are heard? _But._ I cannot, Mrs. Blackacre, I must be at the council, my lord's cause stays there for me. _Wid._ And mine suffers here. _But._ I cannot help it. _Wid._ I'm undone. _But._ What's that to me? _Wid._ Consider the five-pound fee, if not my cause: that was something to you. _But._ Away, away! pray be not so troublesome, mistress: I must be gone.