O. Small. O God! have you no room
Beyond this chamber? h' has sworn to kill me,
And piss in my very visnomy.
Taf. What, are you afraid, Sir Oliver?
O. Small. Not afraid;
But of all men I love not to meddle with a drunkard:
Have you any room backwards?
Jus. Tut. Is there ne'er a trunk or cupboard for him?
Is there ne'er a hole backwards to hide him in?
Capt. Puff [without]. I must speak with her.
O. Small. O God! he comes!
Adri. Creep under my mistress's farthingale, knight.
That's the best and safest place in the chamber.
Jus. Tut. Ay, there, there—that lie will never mistrust.
Adri. Enter, knight, keep close; gather yourself
Round like a hedgehog; stir not, whate'er you hear
See, or smell, knight. God bless us! here he comes.
Enter Captain Puff.