Capt. Pouts. Heart! she looks like a black bombard[22] with a pint pot waiting upon it.
[Exit Mrs Wagtail.
C. Fred. What countrymen were your ancestors, Sir Abraham?
Abra. Countrymen! they were no countrymen: I scorn it. They were gentlemen all: my father is a Ninny, and my mother was a Hammer.
Capt. Pouts. You should be a knocker, then, by the mother's side.
Abra. I pray, my lord, what is yon gentleman? He looks so like a Saracen that, as I am a Christian, I cannot endure him.
C. Fred. Take heed what you say, sir; he's a soldier.
Pen. If you cross him, he'll blow you up with gunpowder.
Abra. In good faith, he looks as if he had had a hand in the treason.[23] I'll take my leave.
C. Fred. Nay, good Sir Abraham, you shall not leave us.
Pen. My lord shall be your warrant.