[Goes to do so, Philidor kicks him down, he roars out.
Mir. Philidor, I have broke a vein
With laughing, to hear thy rogueries. I'll call
To Pinguister. Master Pinguister? My
Love, my dear, sure, I hear thy voice?
Ping. Who's that,
My dear female?
Mir. The same, fat love.
Ping. O, prythee raise me from the dead.
Phil. Well, ladies and gentlewomen, how d'ye
Like your crier now?
Omnes. The devil take thee, was it you?
Phil. The very same.
2d Lady. Well, won't you let us out? pray howsoever,
Take away this fat gentleman from us;
For he has such a coming looseness, and
'Tis so dark here, that he has
Shit upon every one of us.
Omnes. Well, but won't you let us out?