Steve. My name is Black; I am called here Stephen.
Pete. “Steben, Steben; don’t you bleeb ’im.” He’s called Steeb, short Steeb.
Sam. Well, you cut short, African, and cut off. Do you see that entrance? Well, you both get outside that entrance instantly. (Steve and Pete go to entrance, L.)
Steve. Pete, that is John Smith.
Pete. No! De spoon feller?
Steve. The same. Don’t you see the pants and the coat and the shawl? ’Tis the pettifogger.
Pete. Petti who? I fought it was Smiff,—John Smiff.
Steve. So it is; look out for spoons. Sh! (Exit, L.)
Pete. Look out for de spoons. Sh! (Exit, L.)