1st Off. My wish shall be for all that puisne pen-feathered aërie of buzzardism[173] and stanielry:[174]
"That such as they who love to stay to suck their mamma's teat,
May live at home, but ne'er find one to give them clothes or meat."
Lancepres. Come along, wags; let's in a frolic way march to our old friends in new suits, and reserve a screwed look for a threepenny ordinary.
2d Off. Along, along! but utter not too much language, honest pockets, till a question be asked you.
[He shakes his pocket.
All. Hey for a fee-farm rent in Tunis!
[Exeunt capering.
SCENE III.
Enter two Country Boors.