Car. Oh, then they’ll to breakfast.
Lod. Footman, does my lord ride i’th’ coach with my lady, or on horseback?
Bry. No, foot, la, my lady will have me lord sheet wid her, my lord will sheet in de one side, and my lady sheet in de toder side. [Exit.
Lod. My lady sheet in de toder side! Did you ever hear a rascal talk so like a pagan? Is’t not strange that a fellow of his star, should be seen here so long in Italy, yet speak so from a Christian?
Enter Antonio, with a book.
Ast. An Irishman in Italy! that so strange! why, the nation have running heads. [They walk up and down.
Lod. Nay, Carolo, this is more strange, I ha’ been in France, there’s few of them. Marry, England they count a warm chimney corner, and there they swarm like crickets to the crevice of a brew-house; but sir, in England I have noted one thing.
Ast., Ber., &c. What’s that, what’s that of England?
Lod. Marry this, sir,—what’s he yonder?
Ber. A poor fellow would speak with my lord.