Enter WHIT, HAGGISE, and BRISTLE.
Whit. Nay, tish all gone, now! dish tish, phen tou wilt not be phitin call, master offisher, phat ish a man te better to lishen out noyshes for tee, and ton art in an oder orld, being very shuffishient noyshes and gallantsh too? one o’ their brabblesh would have fed ush all dish fortnight, but tou art so bushy about beggersh still, tou hast no leshure to intend shentlemen, and’t be.
Hag. Why, I told you, Davy Bristle.
Bri. Come, come, you told me a pudding, Toby Haggise; a matter of nothing; I am sure it came to nothing. You said, let’s go to Ursula’s, indeed; but then you met the man with the monsters, and I could not get you from him. An old fool, not leave seeing yet!
Hag. Why, who would have thought any body would have quarrell’d so early; or that the ale o’ the fair would have been up so soon?
Whit. Phy, phat a clock toest tou tink it ish, man?
Hag. I cannot tell.
Whit. Tou art a vish vatchman, i’ te mean teem.
Hag. Why, should the watch go by the clock, or the clock by the watch, I pray?