Phys. Sir, by your habit, I should guess you to be the Gentleman-usher of this sumptuous place.
Ush. And by your gait and fashion, I should almost suspect you rule the healths of both our noble kings, under the notion of Physician.
Phys. You hit my function right.
Ush. And you mine.
Phys. Then let's embrace.
Ush. Come.
Phys. Come.
Johns. Pray, sir, who are those so very civil persons?
Bayes. Why, sir, the gentleman-usher and physician of the two kings of Brentford.
Johns. But, pray then, how comes it to pass, that they know one another no better?