Gregory. Mercy on us! this is the great cock captain of the whole brood of banditti! 'Tis all over! and I have been shut up, these two hours, like a calf for killing. Lord! lord! if calves did but know the reason for their being stalled, as I have been, they'd so fall away with fear, that veal would not be worth the taking to market.
Gondi. Why, how now, man?
Gregory. Oh lud! I am a poor fellow, sir; that shall be a longtime getting rich, and would fain not die till I am so. Take my life, sir, and you take all;—I carry it about me, as a snail does his house:—and, truly, sir, you'll find that time has a mortgage upon it of forty-two years, and the furniture, of late, is so worn with ill usage, that the remainder of the lease is not worth your acceptance:—if, sweet, noble, sir, you would but——
[During this Speech, Gregory has been gradually raising his Eyes from the Ground, till he fixes them on Gondibert's Face.
Eh!—Oh!—O, the father!—No!—Yes—Oh lud—Oh lord!
Gondi. Why, dost not know me, Gregory?
Gregory. Huzza!—He's found! [Capering.] Dear my lord, I never was happier since I was born, at the sight of you.
Gondi. Trust me, I think so, Gregory. Come, love;
Let's in for calmer conference. Follow, good Gregory.