Capt. Pouts. Is that man and wife?
Pen. It is Sir Innocent Ninny: that's his lady,
And that Sir Abraham, their only son.
[Count Frederick discoursing with Sir Innocent and Lady: Abraham looking about.
Capt. Pouts. But did that little old dried neat's tongue, that eel-skin, get him?
Pen. So 'tis said, captain.
Capt, Pouts. Methinks he in his lady should show like a needle in a bottle of hay.
Pen. One may see by her nose what pottage she loves.
Capt. Pouts. Is your name Abraham? Pray, who dwells in your mother's backside,[20] at the sign of the aqua-vitæ bottle?
Pen. God's precious! Save you, Mistress Wagtail
[Pulls her by the sleeve.
Wag. Sweet Master Pendant.