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sure hold, may smile with scorn on all That can be urg'd against us. _Jac_. I am confident There is no man so covetous, that desires To ravish our wants from us, and less hope There can be so much Justice left on earth, (T[h]ough sued, and call'd upon) to ease us of The burthen of our wrongs. _Octa_. What thinks _Ascanio_? Should we be call'd in question, or accus'd Unjustly, what would you do to redeem us From tyrannous oppression? _Asc_. I could pray To him that ever has an open ear, To hear the innocent, and right their wrongs; Nay, by my troth, I think I could out-plead An Advocate, and sweat as much as he Do's for a double Fee, ere you should suffer In an honest cause. _Enter_ Jamie _and_ Bartolus. _Octa_. Happy simplicitie! _Jac_. My dearest and my best one, _Don Jamie_. _Octa_. And the Advocate, that caus'd us to be summon'd. _Asc_. My Lord is mov'd, I see it in his looks, And that man, in the Gown, in my opinion Looks like a proguing Knave. _Jac_. Peace, give them leave. _Jam_. Serve me with Process? _Bar_. My Lord, you are not lawless. _Jam_. Nor thou honest; One, that not long since was the buckram Scribe, That would run on mens errands for an Asper, And from such baseness, having rais'd a Stock To bribe the covetous Judge, call'd to the Bar. So poor in practice too, that you would plead A needy Clyents Cause, for a starv'd Hen, Or half a little Loin of Veal, though fly-blown, And these, the greatest Fees you could arrive at For just proceedings; but since you turn'd Rascal-- _Bar_. Good words, my Lord. _Jam_. And grew my Brothers Bawd, In all his vitious courses, soothing him In his dishonest practises, you are grown The rich, and eminent Knave, in the Devils name, What am I cited for? _Bar_. You shall know anon, And then too late repent this bitter language, Or I'll miss of my ends. _Jam_. Were't not in Court, I would beat that fat of thine, rais'd by the food Snatch'd from poor Clyents mouths, into a jelly: I would (my man of Law) but I am patient, And would obey the Judge. _Bar_.
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