Enter Worthy and Plume.
Kite. Mr. Worthy, you were pleased to wish me joy to-day; I hope to be able to return the compliment to-morrow.
Wor. I'll make it the best compliment to you that ever I made in my life, if you do; but I must be a traveller, you say?
Kite. No farther than the chops of the channel, I presume, sir.
Plume. That we have concerted already. [Knocking hard.] Heyday! you don't profess midwifery, doctor?
Kite. Away to your ambuscade.
[Exeunt Worthy and Plume.
Enter Brazen.
Brazen. Your servant, my dear?
Kite. Stand off, I have my familiar already.