The End of the Second Act.
ACT III.
SCENE I. The Street, with the Town-Gate, where an Officer stands with a Staff like a London Constable.
Enter Harlequin riding in a Calash, comes through the Gate
towards the Stage, dress’d like a Gentleman sitting in it. The
Officer lays hold of his Horse.
Off. Hold, hold, Sir, you I suppose know the Customs that are due to this City of Naples, from all Persons that pass the Gates in Coach, Chariot, Calash, or Siege Volant.
Har. I am not ignorant of the Custom, Sir, but what’s that to me.
Off. Not to you, Sir! why, what Privilege have you above the rest?
Har. Privilege, for what, Sir?
Off. Why, for passing, Sir, with any of the before-named Carriages.
Har. Art mad?—Dost not see I am a plain Baker, and this my Cart, that comes to carry Bread for the Vice-Roy’s, and the City’s Use?—ha.