Sus. No, sir, we know our young master too well for all that; why he’s as like your honour as one pea is like another.
John. Ay, heaven bless him, and may he shortly succeed your honour in your estate and fortune.
Old P. (in a passion, walking up and down) Rogues! villains! I am abused, robbed—(turns them out) there’s a conspiracy against me, and this little pirate is at the head of the gang.
Enter Servant, with a Letter.
Odso, but here’s a letter from my poor boy, I see—this is a comfort, indeed. Well, I’ll send for him home now without delay. (reads) “Honoured sir, I heartily repent of having so far abused your goodness, whilst I was blest with your protection, but as I fear no penitence will ever restore me to your favour, I have resolved to put it out of my power again to offend you, by instantly bidding adieu to my country for ever.” Here, John, run, go directly to Margery’s and fetch home my son, and——
Little P. (interrupting him) You may save yourself the trouble, ’tis too late, you’ll never bring him too now, make as many signals, or fire as many guns as you please.
Old P. What do you mean?
Little P. Mean, why he and I have changed births you know.
Old P. Changed births!