Sir Sig. Why, Signior Morigoroso!
Pet. Mor—oso—what shou’d he be?
Sir Sig. A Civility-Master he should have been, to have taught us good Manners;—but the Cornuto cheated us most damnably, and by a willing mistake taught us nothing in the world but Wit.
Pet. Oh, abominable Knavery! why, what a kind of Man was he?
Sir Sig.—Why—much such another as your self.
Tick. Higher, Signior, higher.
Sir Sig. Ay, somewhat higher—but just of his pitch.
Pet. Well, Sir, and what of this Man?
Sir Sig. Only pickt our Pockets, that’s all.
Tick. Yes, and cozen’d us of our Rings.