Tick. Nay, certo, Signior.
Pet. With what confidence can I receive so rich a Present? Signior Tickletext, ah—Signior—
Sir Sig. I vow, Signior—I’m ashamed you shou’d offer it.
Tick. In verity, so am I. [Still going back, he follows.]
Pet. Pardio! Baccus, most incomparable.—
Tick. But when, Signior, are we to learn to receive again?—
Pet. Oh, Sir, that’s always a Lesson of it self:—but now, Signiors, I’ll teach you how to act a story.
Sir Sig. How, how, Signior, to act a story?
Pet. Ay, Sir, no matter for words or sense, so the Body perform its part well.
Sir Sig. How, tell a story without words! why, this were an excellent device for Mr. Tickletext, when he’s to hold forth to the Congregation, and has lost his Sermon-Notes—why, this is wonderful.—