+Capt.+ The expected thing, that bought the Bristow stone. +Alex.+ Send him up, prythee. Remember how it must be carried. +Mis. Coote.+ I am her grandmother; forget not that, by any means. +Alex.+ And pray remember that you do not mump, as if you were chewing bacon, and spoil all. +Mis. Coote.+ I warrant you. _Enter +Ancient Young+._ +Alex.+ And hark. +Drawer.+ Are these the company, sir? +Anc.+ Yes, but those I like not; these are not they: I'll stay i' th' next room till my company come. +Drawer.+ Where you please, sir; pray follow me. [_Exeunt._ +Capt.+ I hear him coming up gingerly. +Alex.+ O, he tramples upon the bosom of a tavern with that dexterity, as your lawyers' clerks do to Westminster Hall upon a dirty day with a pair of white silk stockings. _Enter +Tim+._ Brother Tim, why, now you're a man of your word, I see. +Tim.+ Nay, I love to be as good as my say. See, brother, look, there's the rest of your money upon the ring. I cannot spend a penny, for I have ne'er a penny left. What are these? what are these? +Alex.+ Gallants of note and quality; he that sits taking tobacco is a captain, Captain Carvegut. +Tim.+ He will not make a capon of me, will he? +Alex.+ Are you not my brother? He that pours out the sparkling sprightly claret is a lieutenant under him, Lieutenant Bottom. He was a serjeant first. +Tim.+ Of the Poultry or of Wood Street? +Alex.+ Of the Poultry?[52] of a woodcock! A serjeant in the field, a man of blood. +Tim.+ I'll take my leave, brother, I am in great haste. +Alex.+ That delicate, sweet young gentlewoman---- +Tim.+ Foh! this tobacco! +Alex.+ That bears the blush of morning on her cheeks, Whose eyes are like a pair of talking twins. +Tim.+ She looks just upon me. +Alex.+ I think you are in haste. +Tim.+ No, no, no, pray. +Alex.+ Whose lips are beds of roses, betwixt which There steals a breath sweeter than Indian spices. +Tim.+ Sweeter than ginger! +Alex.+ But then to touch those lips you stay too long, sure? +Tim.+ Pish, I tell you I do not; I know my time. Pray, what's her name? +Alex.+ But 'tis descended from the ancient stem, [O'] the great Trebatio,[53] Lindabride's her name; That ancient matron is her reverend grannum. +Tim.+ Niggers, I have read of her in the Mirror of Knighthood.[54] +Alex.+ Come, they shall know you. +Tim.+ Nay, brother. +Alex.+ I say they shall. +Tim.+ Let me go down and wash my face first. +Alex.+ Your face is a fine face. My brother, gentlemen. +Capt.+ Sir, you're victoriously welcome. +Tim.+ That word has e'en conquered me. +Lieut.+ I desire to kiss your hand, sir. +Tim.+ Indeed, but you shall not, sir: I went out early, and forgot to wash them.