(The Undertaker throws down his cane, which Shears takes up and beats him with.)
Under. Oh, death and treachery! help! murder!
Enter Dennis.
Den. Hey! what’s all this?
“I PERCEIVE THIS MISTAKE.”
Under. A villain!—why, here’s another undertaker insists that he’s to bury your master.
Shears. Oh, thread and needles! I bury a gentleman! but, egad, you’re a frolicsome tailor.
Under. Tailor! oh, you son of a sexton! call you me tailor? a more capital undertaker than yourself.
Shears. Zounds, man, I’m no undertaker! I’m a tailor.