Enter Sir Tunbelly, with his Servants arm'd with Guns, Clubs, Pitchforks, Scythes, &c.
Lo. [Running behind his Master.] O Lord, O Lord, O Lord, we are both dead Men!
Young Fash. Take heed, Fool, thy Fear will ruin us.
Lo. My Fear, Sir—'Sdeath, Sir, I fear nothing. [Aside.] Wou'd I were well up to the Chin in a Horse-Pond!
Sir Tun. Who is it here has any Business with me?
Young Fash. Sir, 'tis I, if your Name be Sir Tunbelly Clumsey.
Sir Tun. Sir, my Name is Sir Tunbelly Clumsey, whether you have any Business with me or not. So you see I am not asham'd of my Name—nor my Face—neither.
Young Fash. Sir, you have no cause, that I know of.
Sir Tun. Sir, if you have no cause neither, I desire to know who you are; for till I know your Name, I shall not ask you to come into my House; and when I know your Name—'tis six to four I don't ask you neither.
Young Fash. [Giving him a Letter.] Sir, I hope you'll find this Letter an Authentick Passport.