Plot. De spoon be bigger dan de modern ladle; de fork, like de great fire-fork; and de knife, like de cleaver.
Foss. Bless me! this shows the stature and magnitude of those antidiluvians!
Plot. To make you convinced that I tell not de lie, dey are in de Turkey ship at Vapping, just going to be disposed of. Me would go there vid you, but de businss vil not let me.
Foss. An extraordinary man this! I'll examine him further. [Aside.] How could your country lose so great a man as you?
Plot. Dat be de secret. But because me vil have de fair correspondence with de illustrious doctor Fossile, me vil not deny dat Orpheus and me had near run de same fate for different reason. I was hunted out of my country by de general insurrection of de women.
Foss. How so pray?
Plot. Because me have prepare a certain liquor which discover whether a woman be a virgin or no.
Foss. A curious discovery! have you any of it still?
Plot. Dere it is, Sir. It be commonly called de Lapis Lydius Virginitatis, or touch-stone of virginity.
[gives him a vial.
Foss. It has the smell of your common hart's-horn. But all your volatile spirits have a near resemblance.