Humphry. Why, he is here, I tell you—here in New-York. I suppose how he's made a small mistake about the day of the month, and says he's just arrived from the East-Indies, for he's cursed apt for to make blunders;—that about the corn and the pigs; ha, ha, ha.
Loveyet. Do you laugh at me, you vagabond?
Humphry. Not I, old gentleman; I've got too much respect for old age, I'll insure you.
Loveyet. I shall go distracted!
Humphry. Put on your spectacles and look again—I'm sure your eyes must perceive you, for I'll give my corporal oath he an't in the East-Indies.
Loveyet. It is not the East-Indies, you great calf; you mean the West-Indies.
Humphry. No matter if it's East or West; the odds an't much for the matter o' that.
Loveyet. What an abominable fool!
Humphry. I'm no more a fool than you are—
Loveyet. Be gone, you scoundrel! Here, Thomas—[Enter Thomas.], lug this fellow out of doors.