Quart. There shall no more come in. Come in, boy.
Sea. Don't they speak as if my son were in the room?
Ware. Yes, pray observe and mark them.
Quart. Gentlemen
And gentlewomen, you now shall see a sight
Europe never show'd the like. Behold this fish!
[Draws a curtain; behind it Timothy asleep like a strange fish.
Mis. Hol. O Strange! Look How It Sleeps!
Bright. Just like a salmon upon a stall in Fish
Street.
Mis. Sea. How it snorts too! just like my husband.
Ware. 'Tis very like a man.
Sea. 'T has such a nose and eyes.