Within. Ay, but two Words to a Bargain: Tummus, is the Blunderbuss prim'd?
Young Fash. Oons, give 'em good Words, Lory; we shall be shot here a Fortune-catching.
Lo. I'gad, Sir, I think y'are in the right on't. Ho, Mr. What d'ye-call-um.—[Servant appears at the Window with a Blunderbuss.] Weal naw, what's yar Business?
Young Fash. Nothing, Sir, but to wait upon Sir Tunbelly, with your leave.
Ser. To weat upon Sir Tunbelly? Why, you'll find that's just as Sir Tunbelly pleases.
Young Fash. But will you do me the Favour, Sir, to know whether Sir Tunbelly pleases or not?
Ser. Why, look you, do you see, with good Words, much may be done. Ralph, go thy weas, and ask Sir Tunbelly if he pleases to be waited upon. And, do'st hear? call to Nurse, that she may lock up Miss Hoyden before the Gates open.
Young Fash. D'ye hear that, Lory?
Lo. Ay, Sir, I'm afraid we shall find a difficult Jobb on't. Pray Heaven that old Rogue Coupler han't sent us to fetch Milk out of the Gunroom!
Young Fash. I'll warrant thee all will go well: See; the Door opens.