Wid. Madam, madam, will you swallow me gaping?
Tat. Pray, good my lady, be not so out of humour; but there is a company of rogues have set upon our servants and the burial man's, while others ran away with the corpse.
Wid. How, what can this mean? What can they do with it?—Well, 'twill save the charge of interment—But to what end?
Enter Trusty and a Servant, bloody and dirty, haling in Clump and Bumpkin.
Ser. I'll teach you better manners; I'll poor soldier you, you dog you, I will. Madam, here are two of the rascals that were in the gang of rogues that carried away the corpse.
Wid. We'll examine 'em apart. Well, sirrah, what are you? Whence came you? What's your name, sirrah? [Clump makes signs as a dumb man.
Ser. Oh, you dog, you could speak loud enough just now, sirrah, when your brother rogues mauled Mr. Sable. We'll make you speak, sirrah.
Wid. Bring the other fellow hither. I suppose you will own you knew that man before you saw him at my door?
Clump. I think I have seen the gentleman's face. [Bowing to Bumpkin.
Wid. The gentleman's! The villain mocks me. But friend, you look like an honest man—what are you? Whence came you? What are you, friend?