Then enter two, bearing a Bowl of Punch and a great
Ladle or two in it; the rest of the Stage being fill'd with
People.

_Whiff._ Brothers, it hath often been mov'd at the Bench, that a new
Punch-Bowl shou'd be provided, and one of a larger Circumference; when
the Bench sits late about weighty Affairs, oftentimes the Bowl is
emptied before we end.

_Whim._ A good Motion; Clerk, set it down.

_Clerk._ Mr. Justice _Boozer_, the Council has order'd you a Writ of
Ease, and dismiss your Worship from the Bench.

_Booz._ Me from the Bench, for what?

_Whim._ The Complaint is, Brother _Boozer_, for drinking too much Punch
in the time of hearing Tryals.

_Whiff._ And that you can neither write nor read, nor say the Lord's
Prayer.

_Tim._ That your Warrants are like a Brewer's Tally, a Notch on a Stick;
if a special Warrant, then a couple. Gods zoors, when his Excellency
comes he will have no such Justices.

_Booz._ Why, Brother, though I can't read my self, I have had _Dalton's_
Country-Justice read over to me two or three times, and understand the
Law. This is your Malice, Brother _Whiff_, because my Wife does not come
to your Warehouse to buy her Commodities,--but no matter, to show I have
no Malice in my Heart, I drink your Health.--I care not this, I can turn
Lawyer, and plead at the Board.
[Drinks, all pledge him, and hum.

_Dull._ Mr. Clerk, come to the Tryals on the Dockett.
[_Clerk_ reads.

_Cler._ The first is between his Worship Justice _Whiff_ and one
_Grubb_.

_Dull._ Ay, that _Grubb's_ a common Disturber, Brother, your Cause is a
good Cause if well manag'd, here's to't.
[Drinks.

_Whiff._ I thank you, Brother _Dullman_--read my Petition.
[Drinks.

_Cler._ The Petition of Captain _Thomas Whiff_, sheweth, That whereas
_Gilbert Grubb_ calls his Worship's Wife _Ann Whiff_ Whore, and said he
would prove it; your Petitioner desires the Worshipful Bench to take it
into Consideration, and your Petitioner shall ever pray, _&c._-- Here's
two Witnesses have made Affidavit _viva voce_, an't like your Worships.

_Dull._ Call _Grubb_.

_Cler._ _Gilbert Grubb_, come into the Court.

_Grub._ Here.

_Whim._ Well, what can you say for your self, Mr. _Grubb_.

_Grub._ Why, an't like your Worship, my Wife invited some Neighbours
Wives to drink a Cagg of Syder; now your Worship's Wife, Madam _Whiff_,
being there fuddled, would have thrust me out of doors, and bid me go to
my old Whore M