CUT. Her every word inspires confidence.
BOLT. (Aside.) An unconscious auxiliary.
CUTAWAY. (Puts ladder against window, R. 3 E.) Descend, dearest, descend; and take care of the water-butt;—do not, star as you are, set in the ocean. (MIZZLE descends.)—Now let’s away!
MIZ. Stay, my bundle! oh, my bundle!
CUT. What bundle, sweetest?
MIZ. A bundle I have left; so do you bundle up the ladder and get it.
CUT. Your desires are commands, lovely one.—She is hoarse;—caught cold, poor thing. (Ascends ladder and goes in at window.)
BOLT. I say, Bob, what did you send him in there for?
MIZ. Why the cursed officers are breaking open the door. I heard them; so I gave him for a sop—Ha! ha! ha!
BOLT. Ha! ha! ha! poor devil! Now away with the ladder to the garden wall. (MIZZLE plants ladder against wall, L.) Now we’ll ascend, and drop on the other side.