[Within.] O, help, help! I am drowned, I am drowned!
Re-enter Cuddy wet.
Dog. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Cud. This was an ill night to go a-wooing in; I find it now in Pond’s almanac: thinking to land at Katherine’s Dock, I was almost at Gravesend. I’ll never go to a wench in the dog-days again; yet ’tis cool enough.—Had you never a paw in this dog-trick? a mange take that black hide of yours! I’ll throw you in at Limehouse in some tanner’s pit or other.
Dog. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Cud. How now! who’s that laughs at me? Hist to him! [The Dog barks.]—Peace, peace! thou didst but thy kind neither; ’twas my own fault.
Dog. Take heed how thou trustest the devil another time.
Cud. How now! who’s that speaks? I hope you have not your reading tongue about you?
Dog. Yes, I can speak.