Blood. I ask, because the first of May last, a noble gentleman, one Ancient Young——
Anc. I am the man, sir.
Blood. My spectacles, Sim: look, Sim, is this Ancient Young?
Sim. 'Twas Ancient Young, sir.
Blood. And is't not Ancient Young?
Sim. No, sir, you have made him a young ancient.
Blood. O Sim, a chair. I know him now, but I shall not live to tell him.
Anc. How fare you, sir?
Sim. The better for you; he thanks you, sir.
Blood. Sick, sick, exceeding sick.