Preamble, Hugh, Turfe, Metaphore.

Pre.
Keep out those fellows; I'll ha none come in,
But the High Constable, the Man of Peace,
And the Queens Captain, the brave Man of War.
Now, Neighbour Turfe, the Cause why you are call'd
Before me, by my Warrant, but unspecified,
Is this; and pray you mark it thoroughly!
Here is a Gentleman, and, as it seems,
Both of good Birth, fair Speech, and peaceable,
Who was this morning robb'd here in the Wood:
You, for your part, a man of good Report,
Of Credit, Landed, and of fair Demeans,
And by Authority, High Constable;
Are, notwithstanding, touch'd in this Complaint,
Of being careless in the Hue and Cry.
I cannot chuse but grieve a Soldiers loss;
And I am sorry too for your neglect,
Being my Neighbour: this is all I object.

Hug.
This is not all; I can alledge far more,
And almost urge him for an Accessary.

Good Mr. Justice, gi' me leave to speak,
For I am Plaintiff. Let not Neighbourhood
Make him secure, or stand on privilege.