SCENE VII. (Enter Churchman.)
Qua. Friend how dost thou do, give me thy Hand.
Chur. Sir, I am glad to see you, how do you do, are you not well, you look a little discompos'd.
Qua. Ay well I may—no wonder, I have been much flustrated, I have been Ill treated by my Neighbour P—I never took him to be the Man I now find he is.
Chur. Why Sir, I hope he has not treated you ill.
Qua. Worse than I ever was treated, by any one I'm sure, worse than ever I was treated in my life.
Chur. I am very sorry for it indeed, perhaps he was only joking.
Qua. No no, it was a true joke.
Chur. Is it possible that he was in Earnest.
Qua. Yes we were both in Earnest.
Chur. Upon what Account pray.
Qua. Upon the present Disturbances.
Chur. Surely does he take their Parts.
Qua. Yes and very Violently.
Chur. You surprize me.
Qua. He does openly and avowedly, and is so brazen in it I could scarce keep my Hands off of him.
Chur. You astonish me, but 'tis best as it is.
Qua. He has gone so far in it and spoke so much in their favour, that I think it, is little better than Treason. I am sure the Law could take hold of him for it; and I think I shall not be satisfy'd untill I have made a proper Report of the Matter, when these present Disturbances are a little settled.
Chur. I make no doubt but he is to blame, pass