Sim. Livery! Why, I be no sarvant man, though sister Jane is. Gi's thy hand. [To Rover.] I don't know how 'tis; but I think I could lose my life for him; but mustn't let feyther be lickt though—No, no! [Going, turns and looks at Rover.] Ecod, I ne'er shall forget Pillicock!
[Exeunt Farmer Gammon and Sim.
Rover. Thou art an honest reptile, I'll make my entrée on the London boards in Bayes, yes, I shall have no comparison against me. "Egad, it's very hard that a gentleman and an author can't come to teach them, but he must break his nose, and—and—all that—but—so the players are gone to dinner."
Land. No such people frequent the Sun, I assure you.
Rover. "Sun, moon, and stars!"—Now mind the eclipse, Mr. Johnson.
Land. I heard nothing of it, sir.
Rover. "There's the sun between the earth and moon—there's the moon between the earth and the sun, tol, lol, lol! dance the hay! Luna means to show her tail."
Enter Waiter.
Waiter. Two gentlemen in the parlour would speak with you.
Rover. "I attend them, were they twenty times our mother."