Warn. aside.] Grey-bearded old gentleman! when he was a scholar at Cambridge!
Mood. But do you remember where you were bred up?
Sir Mart. O yes, sir, most perfectly, in the isle—stay—let me see, oh—now I have it—in the isle of Scilly.
Mood. In the Isle of Ely, sure you mean?
Warn. Without doubt, he did, sir; but this damn'd isle of Scilly runs in his head, ever since his sea voyage.
Mood. And your mother's name was—come, pray let me examine you—for that, I'm sure, you cannot forget.
Sir Mart. Warner! what was it, Warner?
[Aside.
Warn. Poor Mrs Dorothy Draw-water, if she were now alive, what a joyful day would this be to her!
Mood. Who the devil bid you speak, sirrah?
Sir Mart. Her name, sir, was Mrs Dorothy Draw-water.