Gads zoors, what new tricks, new querks?

_Haz._ Gentlemen, take notice, he swears in Court.

_Tim._ Gads zoors, what's that to you, Sir?

_Haz._ This is the second time of his swearing.

_Whim._ What, do you think we are deaf, Sir? Come, come, proceed.

_Tim._ I desire he may be bound to his Good Behaviour, fin'd, and
deliver up his Sword, what say you, Brother?
[Jogs _Dull._ who nods.

_Whim._ He's asleep, drink to him and waken him,-- you have miss'd the
Cause by sleeping, Brother.
[Drinks.

_Dull._ Justice may nod, but never sleeps, Brother-- you were
at--Deliver his Sword--a good Motion, let it be done.
[Drinks.

_Haz._ No, Gentlemen, I wear a Sword to right my self.

_Tim._ That's fine, i'faith, Gads zoors, I've worn a Sword this dozen
Year, and never cou'd right my self.

_Whiff._ Ay, 'twou'd be a fine World if Men should wear Swords to right
themselves; he that's bound to the Peace shall wear no Sword.

_Whim._ I say, he that's bound to the Peace ought to wear no Peruke,
they may change 'em for black or white, and then who can know them.

_Haz._ I hope, Gentlemen, I may be allowed to speak for my self.

_Whiff._ Ay, what can you say for your self, did you not draw your
Sword, Sirrah?

_Haz._ I did.

_Tim._ 'Tis sufficient, he confesses the Fact, and we'll hear no more.

_Haz._ You will not hear the Provocation given.

_Dull._ 'Tis enough, Sir, you drew--

_Whim._ Ay, ay, 'tis enough, he drew--let him be fin'd.

_Friend._ The Gentleman should be heard, he's Kinsman too to Colonel
_John Surelove_.

_Tim._ Hum--Colonel _Surelove's_ Kinsman.

_Whiff._ Is he so? nay, then all the reason in the World he should be
heard, Brothers.

_Whim._ Come, come, Cornet, you shall be Friends with the Gentleman;
this was some drunken bout, I'll warrant you.

_Tim._ Ha, ha, ha, so it was, Gads zoors.

_Whiff._ Come, drink to the Gentleman, and put it up.

_Tim._ Sir, my service to you, I am heartily sorry for what's pass'd,
but it was in my drink.
[Drinks.

_Whim._ You hear his Acknowledgments, Sir, and when he's sober he never
quarrels. Come, Sir, sit down, my Service to you.

_Haz._ I beg your excuse, Gentlemen--I have earnest business.

_Dull._ Let us adjourn the Court, and prepare to meet the Regiments on
the _Sevana_.
[All go but _Friend._ and _Hazard_.

_Haz._ Is this the best Court of Judicature your Country affords?

_Friend._ To give it its due, it is not. But how