Sir Jol. Very well, but how got ye into the house?
Four. A ragged retainer of the family, Vermin I think they call him, let us in as physicians sent for by your order.
Sir Jol. Excellent rogues! and then I hope all things are ready, as I gave directions?
Four. To a tittle, sir; there shall not be a more critical observer of your worship's pleasure than your humble servant the Chevalier Fourbin.
Sir Jol. Get you gone, you rogue, you have a sharp nose, and are a nimble fellow; I have no more to say to you, stand aside, and be ready when I call: here he comes; hist, hem, hem, hem.
[Exeunt Fourbin and Bloody-Bones.
Re-enter Sir Davy Dunce.
Sir Dav. Ha! what art thou?
Approach thou like the rugged Bankside bear,
The East-cheap bull, or monster shown in fair,—
Take any shape but that, and I'll confront thee!
Sir Jol. Alas, unhappy man! I am thy friend.
Sir Dav. Thou canst not be my friend, for I defy thee. Sir Jolly! neighbour! ha! is it you? are you sure it is you? are you yourself? if you be, give me your hand. Alas-a-day, I ha' seen the devil.