L. Gent.:
Certainly.
Bendish: (aside)
Plague. He knows. The little gossip has got him.
Cadwell: (grabbing the Little Gentleman's nose)
What have you got there? (making him take some tobacco) There.
L. Gent.: Ah, fie! Plague on the villain and his tobacco. Hold on, you will see if I don't tell my aunt.
Cadwell:
Will you shut up?
L. Gent.:
Why'd you make me take tobacco then?
Cadwell:
Peace.
L. Gent.:
If I don't make my aunt scold you.
Cadwell:
Little gallows bird.
L. Gent.:
Patience.— You call my aunt crazy?