1 Boy. Jack, Who’s this?
2 Boy. O Jeminy! I’ll be hang’d if it ben’t Goodman Compass, that they said was dead three Years ago.
1 Boy. Od’s Life, and so it is!
Comp. O London! sweet London! Do I live to see thee once again? My Eyes are full of Brine for Joy. And if my dear Peggy be but living still, I shall cry ’em out.
1 Boy. Goodman Compass, I am glad to see you; You are welcome home.
Comp. Thank you, good Lad: Honest Jack here too? Why, thou art grown a little Man since I saw thee last: What, is that thy own, heh?
2 Boy. I am fain to keep it, you see, whoever got it; it may be other Mens Cases as well as mine.
Comp. Thou say’st true Jack: But whose pretty Knave is it?
2 Boy. My Dame’s where I live.
Comp. And not thy Master’s?