Bertha. 'Tis Chatterton!
Chatterton. Well, Burgum, what's the news?
Burgum. [Aside.] Impertinence!
Mrs. Angell. [To Chatterton.]
Be seated, sir; you must be very tired;
You have not been at home since ten o'clock.
The day—
Chatterton. [Sinking upon a chair.]
Clouds, sunshine, rain—I'll sleep to-night.
Mrs. Angell. Is there not something I can get you, sir?
Chatterton. Ah, yes: go purchase me another heart;
The world has worn this out—'tis like my shoes.
Mrs. Angell. When through with business you must dine with us:
I have some sheep tongues I would have you try.
Chatterton. What use are sheep tongues when I needs must roar?
I'd eat a lion's litter.
Bertha. [Aside.] O, how strange!