Enter Brass solus.
Brass. Well, surely thro' the world's wide extent, there never appeared so impudent a fellow as my schoolfellow Dick, pass himself upon the town for a gentleman, drop into all the best company with an easy air, as if his natural element were in the sphere of quality; when the rogue had a kettle-drum to his father, who was hang'd for robbing a church, and has a pedlar to his mother, who carries her shop under her arm. But here he comes.
Enter Dick.
Dick. Well, Brass, what news? Hast thou given my letter to Flippanta?
Brass. I'm but just come; I han't knock'd at the door yet. But I have a damn'd piece of news for you.
Dick. As how?
Brass. We must quit this country.
Dick. We'll be hang'd first.
Brass. So you will if you stay.
Dick. Why, what's the matter?