Well, and is it not best so? poor young man! I'm sure I'm glad of it.
And an't I so too, milk-fac'd doll! tho' I hate to be kept so long staring for nothing. I wonder what brought me here in a murrain to it!
La! then we shan't see him pass by with the chains upon his legs.
No, no! nor nothing at all. Come let me pass, I have been too long here.
(Pressing through the crowd to get out.)
O, you tread upon my toes!
Devil take you and your toes both! can't you keep them out of people's way then!
Plague take it! what had we all to do to come here like so many fools!
(Enter a second Man from the court.)
Here comes another man from the court
(calling to the man). Ho, friend! is he acquitted yet?