SCENE I.--_The street.

BAILIFF, FOLLOWER.

_Bail._ Come on, my trusty fellow, come on; This day discharge thy duty, and at night A double mug of beer, and beer shall glad thee. Stand here by me, this way must Noodle pass.

_Fol._ No more, no more, O Bailiff! every word Inspires my soul with virtue. Oh! I long To meet the enemy in the street, and nab him: To lay arresting hands upon his back, And drag him trembling to the sponging-house.

_Bail._ There when I have him, I will sponge upon him. Oh! glorious thought! by the sun, moon, and stars, I will enjoy it, though it be in thought! Yes, yes, my follower, I will enjoy it.

_Fol._ Enjoy it then some other time, for now Our prey approaches.

_Bail._ Let us retire.