Tony. Assist you! Ecod, I will, to the last drop of my blood. I'll clap a pair of horses to your chaise, that shall trundle you off in a twinkling; and may be, get you a part of her fortin beside, in jewels, that you little dream of.
Hast. My dear 'squire, this looks like a lad of spirit.
Tony. Come along then, and you shall see more of my spirit before you have done with me. Singing.
We are the boys,
That fears no noise,
Where the thundering cannons roar.
Exeunt.
Enter Hardcastle, solus.
Hard. What could my old friend Sir Charles mean, by recommending his son as the modestest young man in town? To me he appears the most impudent piece of brass that ever spoke with a tongue. He has taken possession of the easy chair by the fireside already. He took off his boots in the parlour, and desired me to see them taken care of. I'm desirous to know how his impudence affects my daughter.—She will certainly be shocked at it.