Whit. I do mean it, man. Prinsh Quarlous, if tou hasht need on me, tou shalt find me here at Ursla’s, I vill see phat ale and punque ish i’ te pigsty for tee, bless ty good vorship.
[Exit.
Quar. Look! who comes here: John Littlewit!
Winw. And his wife, and my widow, her mother: the whole family.
Quar. ’Slight, you must give them all fairings now.
Winw. Not I, I’ll not see them.
Quar. They are going a feasting. What schoolmaster’s that is with ’em?
Winw. That’s my rival, I believe, the baker.
Enter Rabbi BUSY, Dame PURECRAFT, JOHN LITTLEWIT, and Mrs. LITTLEWIT.