Punch.
You shall have him cheap. I will calculate. One cent a year, one dollar for each hundred years,—seven dollars, mine friend.
Whetstone.
Isn’t that tooting it rather high for a night errand?
Punch.
Mine friend, the Teuton knight-errant was the most substantial and high-toned.
Whetstone.
Substantial and high-toned! I’ll invest. I’ll wake up your old Teuton knight-errant, and make him hum.
[Exeunt.
Scene IV.—A street. Evening. Jack, disguised as an ape, on his way to the masquerade.