DEATH AND THE LAWYER. 313

DEATH.

D'ye doubt my justice ?— Zounds and fury !

LAWYER.

Justice! we that leave to the Jury;

The Law knows nothing (although odd it is)

Of justice, truth, and such commodities.

DEATH.

Ah! say you so ?—what is Law, then ?

LAWYER.

Law is a trade —by which some menArrive at honours, wealth, and state;Others there are, less fortunate,Who drive a harmless goose's quillFrom morn to night with no small skill,And yet can ne'er their bellies fill;But they are simpletons—and whosoKnows their fate, will never do so.

HEATH.

How, Sir! explain!—but no digression.—