Mrs. Cal. I hope your lordship is pleased with your steenkirk.
Lord F. In love with it, stap my vitals! bring your bill, you shall be paid to-morrow.
Mrs. C. I humbly thank your honour. (Exit.)
Lord F. Hark thee, shoemaker! these shoes an't ugly but they don't fit me.
Shoemaker. My lord, methinks they fit you very well.
Lord F. They hurt me just below the instep.
Shoe. (feeling his foot) My lord, they don't hurt you there.
Lord F. I tell thee they pinch me execrably.
Shoe. My lord, if they pinch you I'll be bound to be hanged, that's all.
Lord F. Why wilt thou undertake to persuade me that I cannot feel?