Scene III. Another part of Loveyet's House.
Dolly and Thomas.
Thomas. I've set a bowl of grog before him, pretty much to the northward, and a luncheon of bread and beef almost as big as his head; for he said he was consumed hungry.
Dolly. I language to behold him;—but I'm afraid he'll be rude to a body. [Enter Humphry, with a large luncheon of bread and butter.] Oh, as I'm alive, it is Humphry; old Cubb, the miller's son! Now will the great bear be for rumpling and hugging a body, as he us'd to do.
[Aside.
Humphry. How d' ye do again, as the saying is? You're a devilish honest fellow, as I'm a gentleman; and thank 'e for your frugality, with all my heart: I've eaten up all the beef and grog, so I thought I wou'd go to the cupboard, and cut a small slice of bread and butter, d' ye see.
Thomas. Why didn't you cut yourself a larger slice, while you was about it?
Humphry. Oh, it's big enough, thank 'e; I never eat much at a meal; but if I crave more, I'll speak. [Sees Dolly.] Wha—what—Doll! is that you? Oh, the wonderful works of nature! Who'd ha' thought to ha' found you here. What, don't you know me? not know your old sweetheart? By Job, I want to buss you, most lasciviously.
[Crams all the bread in his mouth in haste, and offers to kiss her.—Thomas hinders him.
Dolly. Oh, oh!