Sir Sig. Farewell, quoth ye—’tis well I had the Art of dissembling after all, here had been a sweet broil upon the Coast else.—
Fil. Very well, I’ll trouble my self to read no more, since I know you’l be so kind to the world to make it publick.
Tick. At my return, Sir, for the good of the Nation, I will print it, and I think it will deserve it.
Lau. This is a precious Rogue, to make a Tutor of.
Fil. Yet these Mooncalfs dare pretend to the breeding of our Youth; and the time will come, I fear, when none shall be reputed to travel like a Man of Quality, who has not the advantage of being impos’d upon by one of these pedantick Novices, who instructs the young Heir in what himself is most profoundly ignorant of.
Gal. Come, ‘tis dark, and time for our Design,—your Servant, Signiors. [Exeunt Fil. and Gal.
Lau. I’ll home, and watch the kind deceiving Minute, that may conduct him by mistake to me. [Exit.
Enter Petro, like Barberacho, just as Tick.
and Sir Signal are going out.
Sir Sig. Oh, Barberacho, we are undone! Oh, the Diavillo take that
Master you sent me?
Pet. Master, what Master?