Nic. That is true, but he has forgot a great While ago since he was a Boy himself; he is as ready and free at whipping as any Body, but as sparing and backward at this as any Body in the World.
Jer. We must pick out a Messenger that is not very bashful that won't be presently dashed out of Countenance by his surly Words.
Nic. Let who will go for me, I had rather go without Play than ask him for it.
Jer. There is Nobody fitter for this Business than Cocles.
Nic. Nobody in the World, he has a good bold Face of his own, and Tongue enough; and besides, he knows his Humour too.
Jer. Go, Cocles, you will highly oblige us all.
Coc. Well, I'll try; but if I do not succeed, do not lay the Fault on your Spokesman.
Jer. You promise well for it, I am out in my Opinion if you don't get Leave. Go on Intreater, and return an Obtainer.
Coc. I'll go, may Mercury send me good Luck of my Errand. God save you, Sir.
Ma. What does this idle Pack want?