Under. For a wooden surtout lined with white satin.
Shears (aside). Odd sort of mourning!—But, sir, I have the business of this family.
Under. You! I know I have had it since St. James’s churchyard was set on fire by old Mattack the grave-digger, twenty years last influenza business. I have nineteen bodies under lock and key this moment.
Shears. You may have bodies, skirts, cuffs, and buttons—my business!—ask my foreman—I don’t set a stitch—I’m merely an undertaker.
Under. Undertaker! so am I!—and for work——
Shears. Now I do no work—I cut out indeed——
Under. Cut out! oh, you embowel ’em, perhaps—can you make a mummy in the Egyptian fashion?
Shears. I never made masquerade habits.
Under. What! could you stuff a person of rank, to send him sweet over sea?
Shears. Stuff! persons of rank—Irish tabinets are in style for people of rank.