Mistress Mul. By what token are you sent?—by no token? Nay, I have wit. 41
Coc. He sent me by the same token, that he was dry shaved this morning.
Mistress Mul. A sad token, but true. Here, sir, I pray you commend me to your master, but especially to your mistress. Tell them they shall be most sincerely welcome.
[Exit.
Coc. Shall be most sincerely welcome! Worshipful Cocledemoy, lurk close. Hang toasts! Be not ashamed of thy quality! Every man’s turd smells well in’s own nose. Vanish, foyst! 51
[Exit.
Re-enter Mistress Mulligrub, with servants and furniture for the table.
Mistress Mul. Come, spread these table diaper napkins, and—do you hear—perfume this parlour; does so
smell of profane tobacco. I could never endure this ungodly tobacco, since one of our elders assured me, upon his knowledge, tobacco was not used in the congregation of the family of love. Spread, spread handsomely—Lord? these boys do things arsy-versy—you show your bringing up. I was a gentlewoman by my sister’s side—I can tell ye so methodically. Methodically! I wonder where I got that word? O! Sir Aminadab Ruth bad me kiss him methodically!—I had it somewhere, and I had it indeed. 63
Enter Master Mulligrub.