Fer. Or surprizing a Boors ken, for granting cheats!
Prig. Or cackling Cheats?
Hig. Or Mergery-praters, Rogers, And Tibs o'th' Buttery?
Prig. O I could drive a Regiment
Of Geese afore me, such a night as this,
Ten Leagues with my Hat and Staff, and not a hiss
Heard, nor a wing of my Troops disordered.
Hig. Tell us,
If it be milling of a lag of duds,
The fetching of a back of cloaths or so;
We are horribly out of linnen.
Hub. No such matter.
Hig. Let me alone with the Farmers dog, If you have a mind to the cheese-loft; 'tis but thus, And he is a silenc'd Mastiff, during pleasure.
Hub. Would it would please you to be silent.
Hig. Mum.
Woolf. Who's there?