Gal. How, nay a my word, then he deserv’d to be chastis’d for’t—but now all’s at Peace again; pray know my Kinsman, Sir Harry Fillamour.
Sir Sig. Yo baco les manos, Signior Illustrissimo Cavaliero,—and yours, Signiors, who are Multo bien Venito.
Tick. Oh Lord, Sir, you take me, Sir, in such a posture, Sir, as I protest I have not been in this many years.
[Dressing himself whilst he talks.
Fil. Exercise is good for health, Sir.
Gal. Sir Signal, you are grown a perfect Italian: Well, Mr. Tickletext, you will carry him home a most accomplish’t Gentleman I see.
Tick. Hum, verily, Sir, though I say it, for a Man that never travell’d before, I think I have done reasonably well—I’ll tell you, Sir—it was by my directions and advice that he brought over with him,—two English Knives, a thousand of English Pins, four pair of Jersey Stockings, and as many pair of Buckskin Gloves.
Sir Sig. Ay, Sir, for good Gloves you know are very scarce Commodities in this Country.
Jul. Here, Sir, at Rome, as you say, above all other places.
Tick. Certo, mere hedging Gloves, Sir, and the clouterlest Seams.