Sir Sig. Ay, and gave us Cackamarda Orangata for Snuff.
Tick. And his Blessing to boot when he had done.
Sir Sig. A vengeance on’t, I feel it still.
Pet. Why, this ‘tis to do things of your own head; for I sent no such Signior Moroso—but I’ll see what I can do to retrieve ‘em—I am now a little in haste, farewell.— [Offers to go, Tick. goes out by him and jogs him.
Tick. Remember to meet me—farewel, Barberacho. [Goes out, Sir Sig. pulls him.
Sir Sig. Barberacho—is the Lady ready?
Pet. Is your Money ready?
Sir Sig. Why, now, though I am threatned, and kill’d, and beaten, and kick’d about this Intrigue, I must advance. [Aside.]—But dost think there’s no danger?
Pet. What, in a delicate young amorous Lady, Signior?
Sir Sig. No, no, mum, I don’t much fear the Lady; but this same mad fellow Galliard, I hear, has a kind of a hankering after her— Now dare not I tell him what a discovery I have made. [Aside.