Rover. "Now by my father's son, and that's myself, it shall be sun, moon, or a Cheshire cheese—before I budge—still crossed and crossed."
Sir Geo. What do you bawl out to me of a Cheshire cheese, I say—
Rover. "And I say, as the saying is"—your friend Dick, has told me all; but to convince you of my forgiveness, in our play, as you're rough and tough, I'll cast you Charles the Wrestler, I do Orlando; I'll kick up your heels before the whole court.
Sir Geo. Why, dam'me, I'll—And you, you undutiful chick of an old pelican—
[Lifting up his cane, to strike Harry.
Enter John, who receives the blow.
John. What are you at here? cudgelling the people about? But, Mr. Buckskin, I've a word to say to you in private.
Sir Geo. Buckskin! take that. [Beats him.
Enter Lamp, Trapp, and two female Servants.
Lamp. "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women"——