Lit. She’s my match indeed, and as little wit as I, good!
Waspe. We have been but a day and a half in town, gentlemen, ’tis true; and yesterday in the afternoon we walked London to shew the city to the gentlewoman he shall marry, mistress Grace; but afore I will endure such another half day with him, I’ll be drawn with a good gib-cat, through the great pond at home, as his uncle Hodge was. Why, we could not meet that heathen thing all the day, but staid him; he would name you all the signs over, as he went, aloud: and where he spied a parrot or a monkey, there he was pitched, with all the little long coats about him, male and female; no getting him away! I thought he would have run mad o’ the black boy in Bucklersbury, that takes the scurvy, roguy tobacco there.
Lit. You say true, master Numps; there’s such a one indeed.
Waspe. It’s no matter whether there be or no, what’s that to you?
Quar. He will not allow of John’s reading at any hand.
Enter COKES, Mistress OVERDO, and GRACE.
Cokes. O Numps! are you here, Numps? look where I am, Numps, and mistress Grace too! Nay, do not look angerly, Numps: my sister is here and all, I do not come without her.
Waspe. What the mischief do you come with her; or she with you?
Cokes. We came all to seek you, Numps.
Waspe. To seek me! why, did you all think I was lost, or run away with your fourteen shillings’ worth of small ware here? or that I had changed it in the fair for hobby-horses? S’precious—to seek me!