Frankton and Loveyet return.
Frankton. Do you call me a foutre, you rascal?
Humphry. Call you a future! ha, ha, ha. I was a talking about something that I was a going for to do some other time, sir.—Doesn't future magnify some other time, eigh?
Frankton. The future signifies the time to come, to be sure.
Humphry. Well, then, isn't I right? What argufies your signifies, or your magnifies? There an't the toss up of a copper between 'um—I wou'dn't give a leather button for the choice, as the old proverb goes.
Frankton. Harkee, Mr. Talkative, if you ever——
Humphry. No, sir, never,—that I won't—no, no, you may be sure of that.
Frankton. Sure of what?
Humphry. Nothing, sir; we can be sartin of nothing in this world, as Mr. Thumpum says.
Loveyet. Ha, ha, ha.