Pin. Do you call, sir? Ay, marry do I, sir. What has been doing in the inn here, or in the streets, with trumpets and kettle-drums?
Spi. Trumpets and kettle-drums! Poor gentleman!
Pin. Poor gentleman! no, no poor gentleman.—I am afraid this house is no better than it should be.
Spi. Has not your worship lain warm? The bed is as good a bed as any in the house. A man of fifteen hundred a-year lay in it, and slept all night. He came to town to be fluxed. He was very much a gentleman, and owned he slept very well; and his bones ached but little in that easy bed.
Pin. Rogue! put honest folks, that have been man and wife these twenty years, into a p—— bed together!
Mrs. Pin. In a p—— bed, husband! Take the law of him.
Pin. Sirrah! has not Counsellor Severn been here this morning? Go, sirrah, bring me some water and a towel; I'll go to the Counsellor's chambers immediately. I'll trounce this house. [Exit Spider.
Dolly. [Aside.] I'll look over my letter again. [Reads.] "Be afraid of nothing; but know, that the disagreeable shapes Mr. Pincers is entertained with are not to appear to you; and when you know this, you may partake of that diversion of tormenting those who attempt only to sell and betray you. What you see are persons and appearances belonging to the several plays which are acted in this house."—Oh me! how pure is all this!
Re-enter Spider, with a Barber.
Spi. Here is the water and towel, and here is a barber if you want him. [Exit.