Mrs. Angell. [Aside.] The boy talks very wildly.
Chatterton. [Impatiently.] Madam, go!
You'd make a helpless invalid of me. [Exit Mrs. Angell.]
She is a noble woman and a bore.
Now, Norman blood, what's wrong in Bristol that
Brings you to town?
Burgum. Let us be serious, sir.
Chatterton. First let me borrow Lord North's goggle eyes,
And have the modish stare: my fiery orb
Disquiets men of birth. Go on, go on.
Burgum. My pedigree—
Chatterton. Should antedate the flood:
I'll read your partner's brother's silly book
On the Noachian Deluge, and report
What I can glean.
Burgum. [Aside.] Did I not need his help,
I'd cane the rogue. [To him.] I've brought my quarterings
And pedigree that you did kindly trace
To be examined and attested by
The Herald's College.
Chatterton. [Aside.] George!
He'll find 'tis all a hoax!
Burgum. They have them now.
I must solicit you to go with me,
And answer certain questions. I'll pay you well.
Chatterton. Not for the wealth of Soho Square, my lord.
I am the Duke de Garret: they must come
To interview me here.