Banks. Nay, my dear sir, I'd wish you not to bring yourself into trouble about me.
Twitch. Now, since you don't know what's civil, if the debt's not paid directly, to jail you go.
Rover. My kind, hospitable good old man to jail! What's the amount, you scoundrel.
Twitch. Better words, or I'll—
Rover. Stop; utter you a word good or bad, except to tell me what's your demand upon this gentleman, and I'll give you the greatest beating you ever got since the hour you commenced rascal. [In a low tone.]
Twitch. Why, master, I don't want to quarrel with you, because—
Rover. You'll get nothing by it. Do you know, you villain, that I am this moment the greatest man living?
Twitch. Who, pray?
Rover. "I am the bold Thunder!" Sirrah, know that I carry my purse of gold in my coat-pocket. Though damme if I know how a purse came there. [Aside, and takes it out.] There's twenty pictures of his majesty; therefore, in the king's name, I free his liege subject; [Takes Banks away.] and now who am I? Ah, ah!
Twitch. Ten pieces short, my master; but if you're a housekeeper I'll take this and your bail.