Cutter of Coleman-street/Act 5 Scene 9

by Abraham Cowley

Scene 9.

Enter Jolly, William.

Joll.Me-thinks you'r not return'd, but born to us anew.

Will.Thank you good Brother; truly we ha' past through many dangers; my man John shall tell you all, I'm Old and Crazie.

Enter Servant.

4 Serv.Sir, the Widdow (my Mistriss I should say) is coming in here with Mr. Knock-down, and four or five more.

Joll.O'ds my Life! this farce is neither of Doctrine nor Use to them! keep 'em here, John, till I come back.
[Exit Jolly.

Wor.I'm glad the Colonel's gone; now will I sneak away, as if I had stoln a Silver spoon.

Will.Who are those, John? by your leave Sir, would you speak with any body here?

Wor.The Colonel, Sir? but I'l take some other time to wait upon him, my occasions call me now.

Will.Pray stay, Sir, who did you say you would ha' spoken with?

Wor.The Colonel, Sir; but another time will serve; he has business now.

Will.Whom would he speak with, John? I forget still.

Ral.The Colonel, Sir.

Will.Colonel! what Colonel?

Wor.Your brother, I suppose he is Sir, but another time—

Will.'Tis true indeed; I had forgot, Ifaith, my Brother was a Colonel; I cry you mercy Sir, he'l be here presently. Ye seem to be Foreiners by your habits Gentlemen.

Wor.No Sir, we are English-men.

Will.English-men? law you there now! would you ha' spoke with me, Sir?

Wor.No Sir, your Brother; but my business requires no haste, and therefore———

Will.You'r not in haste, you say; pray Sir, sit down then, may I crave your name, Sir?

Wor.My name's not worth the knowing Sir—

Will.This Gentleman?

Wor.'Tis my man, Sir, his name's John.

Pun.I'l be John no more, not I, I'l be Iackanapes first; No, my name's Timothy Sir.

Will.Mr. John Timothy, very well, Sir; ye seem to be Travellers.

Wor.We are just now as you see, arriv'd out of Afrique, Sir, and therefore have some business that requires—

Will.Of Afrique? law ye there now; what Country, pray?

Wor.Prester-John's Country; fare you well, Sir, for the present, I must be excus'd.

Will.Marry God forbid; what come from Prester-John, and we not Drink a Cup o' Sack together.

Wor.What shall I do? Friend, shall I trouble you to shew me a private place? I'l wait upon you presently agen, Sir.

Will.You'l stay here Master?———

Pun.I'l only make a little Maids water Sir, and come back to you immediately.

Ral.The door's lock'd Sir, the Colonel ha's lock'd us in here— why do you shake Sir?

Pun.Nothing— only I have extreme list to make water.
Here's the Colonel, I'l sneak behind the Hangings.