Pet. Impossible, Sir.
Enter Scaramouch undress’d in his Shirt, with a Light; he starts.
Scar. Bless me!—what’s here?
Doct. Ha—Who art thou? [Amaz’d to see him enter so.
Scar. I, who the Devil are you, and you go to that? [Rubs his Eyes, and brings the Candle nearer, looks on him. —Mercy upon us!—Why, what, is’t you, Sir, return’d so soon?
Doct. Return’d! [Looking sometimes on him, sometimes about.
Scar. Ay, Sir, did you not go out of Town last night, to your Brother the Advocate?
Doct. Thou Villain, thou question’st me, as if thou knew’st not that I was return’d.
Scar. I know, Sir! how shou’d I know? I’m sure I am but just awakened from the sweetest Dream.—
Doct. You dream still, Sirrah, but I shall wake your Rogueship.—Were you not here but now, shewing me a piece of Tapestry, you Villain?