Rover. Then for bail you must have a housekeeper? What's to be done!
Enter Gammon.
Ah, here's old hospitality! I know you've a house, though your fire side was too warm for me. Lookye, here's some rapacious, griping rascal, has had this worthy gentleman arrested. Now a certain, good-for-nothing, rattling fellow has paid twenty guineas; you pass your word for the other nine, we'll step back into the old gentleman's friendly house, and over his currant wine, our first toast shall be, liberty to the honest debtor, and confusion to the hard hearted creditor.
Gam. I shan't.
Rover. Shan't! What's your name?
F. Gam. Gammon.
Rover. Gammon! Dem'me, you're the Hampshire hog.
[Exit F. Gammon.
'Sdeath! How shall I do to extricate—? I wish I had another purse in my waistcoat pocket.
Enter Lady Amaranth, from Gammon's,
Zachariah following.