Clinch. jun. The devil he does! My brother go to the place where the Pope dwells! He's bewitched, sure!
Enter Tom Errand, in Clincher Senior's Clothes.
Dicky. Indeed, I believe he is, for he's strangely altered.
Clinch. jun. Altered! Why, he looks like a Jesuit already.
Tom. This lace will sell. What a blockhead was the fellow to trust me with his coat! If I can get cross the garden, down to the water-side, I am pretty secure.
Clinch. jun. Brother?—Alaw! Oh, gemini! Are you my brother?
Dicky. I seize you in the kings name, sir.
Tom. Oh, lord! should this prove some parliament man now!
Clinch. jun. Speak, you rogue, what are you?
Tom. A poor porter, and going of an errand.