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 Clench. In Kentish-town; a very survere man.

 Hilts. But as survere as he is, let me, sir, tell him,
He shall not lay his man by the heels for this.
This was my quarrel; and by his office' leave,
If it carry 'un for this, it shall carry double;
Vor he shall carry me too.

 Turfe. Breath of man!
He is my chattel, mine own hired goods:
An if you do abet 'un in this matter,
I'll clap you both by the heels, ankle to ankle.

 Hilts. You'll clap a dog of wax as soon, old Blurt.^[1]
Come, spare not me, sir, I am no man's wife;
I care not I, sir, not three skips of a louse for you,
An you were ten tall constables, not I.

 Turfe. Nay, pray you, sir, be not angry, but content;
My man shall make you what amends you'll ask 'un.

 Hilts. Let 'un mend his manners then, and know his betters;
It's all I ask 'un: and 'twill be his own,
And's master's too another day; che vore 'un.

 Med. As right as a club still! Zure this angry man
Speaks very near the mark when he is pleased.

 Pup. I thank you, sir, an' I meet you at Kentish town,
I ha' the courtesy o' the hundred for you.

 Hilts. Gramercy, good high constable's hind! But hear you?
Mass constable, I have other manner of matter
To bring you about than this. And so it is,
I do belong to one of the queen's captains,

1. Old Blurt.] Jonson alludes to the title of an old comedy, by his friend, Middleton "Blurt, master Constable." 1602.