Volume Ii Part 111 (1/2)

_Gal_. How now, what have we here?

Sir _Sig_. Speak of the Devil, and he appears.

[_Pulls his Governour forward_.

_Tick_. I am undone,--but, good Sir _Signal_, do not cry Wh.o.r.e first, as the old Proverb says.

Sir _Sig_. And good Mr. Governour, as another old Proverb says, do not let the Kettle call the Pot black-a.r.s.e!--

_Fil_. How came you hither, Gentlemen?

Sir _Sig_. Why faith, Sir, divining of a Wedding or two forward, I brought Mr. Chaplain to give you a cast of his Office, as the saying is.

_Fil_. What, without Book, Mr. _Tickletext_?

_Cor_. How now, sure you mistake, these are two Lovers of mine.

Sig _Sig_. How, Sir, your Lovers! we are none of those, Sir, we are _Englishmen_.

_Gal_. You mistake, Sir _Signal_, this is _Silvianetta_.

Sir _Sig_. and _Tick_. How! [_Aside_.

_Gal_. Here's another Spark of your acquaintance,--do you know him?

_Tick_. How, _Barberacho_! nay, then all will out.--

_Gal_. Yes, and your Fencing and Civility-Master.

Sir _Sig_. Ay,--Why, what, was it you that pickt our Pockets then, and cheated us?