Mes. Marry, sir, I come with welcome news to him.
Bub. Tell it, my friend: I am the man.
Mes. May I be assured, sir, that your name is Master Bubble?
Bub. I tell thee, honest friend, my name is Master Bubble, Master Bartholomew Bubble.
Mes. Why then, sir, you are heir to a million; for your uncle, the rich usurer, is dead.
Bub. Pray thee, honest friend, go to the next haberdasher's, and bid him send me a new melancholy hat, and take thou that for thy labour.
Mes. I will, sir.
[Exit.
Enter another Messenger hastily, and knocks.
Bub. Umh. umh, umh!