Cadwell: What talk! Are you going? Bendish: (hesitating to reply) Sir? Cadwell: What? Bendish: You are going to be angry with me. Cadwell: What's the scamp trying to say? Are you going to give me my jerkin? Bendish: (half crying) Sir. Cadwell: Well? Bendish: I spilled tallow on it trying to clean it. Cadwell: Where is it? Bendish: I took it to have the grease taken off before I brought it back. Cadwell: Go get it right away. Bendish: Sir, it won't be ready. Cadwell: Bring it to me in whatever condition it is. Bendish: Sir. Cadwell: What now? Will you go? Bendish: Sir. Cadwell: What now? Will you go? Bendish: Sir, I must tell you the truth. I loaned it to a student for a tragedy. Cadwell: My jerkin to a college boy? To a child? Bendish: No, sir. He's a big fellow, handsome, well made--like you, and he plays the king in a tragedy. Cadwell: Ah, truly, I am pleased to know that you loan my clothes. But the moment this tragedy is finished get it back the very instant. (Seeing Bendish hesitate) What then? You won't do what I tell you? Bendish: (hesitating) Sir? Cadwell: Ah, I see what it is. You put it in pawn, correct? Bendish: Sir, you've divined it. As you never give me my wages or advance money to me, I've had recourse to prompt expedients. Cadwell: You will pay me for this, I promise you. Give me the red one, Bendish. (Bendish goes into Cadwell's room) But look at this little scoundrel. Put my clothes in pawn. Bendish: (returning with a red jerkin and presenting it to Cadwell) Here it is. Cadwell: (not putting on the jerkin that Bendish brings him but asking for different garments, as soon as they are brought) Ah, I know how to live, I assure you. Another wig. I will teach you to play such tricks. Another hat! But just watch and see, I beg you. A mirror. Who has ever heard of such a thing. A scamp that I have showered benefits on. The orange flower.-- To abuse me so easily. Ah, you don't know me yet, I see that clearly. A handkerchief. You will repent, mark my words. (listening to rapping) Go open up. You will see a little the difference there is. (Bendish opens the door and introduces Mr. Martin) (Enter Martin, holding a scarf) Bendish: Mr. Martin, your scarf-- Cadwell: Ah, Mr. Martin, your servant. You see me in a rage. Martin: Sir, it's not my fault. Cadwell: (to Bendish) Will you take this mirror? (Bendish holds the mirror for him) Martin: I've come-- Cadwell: I am very glad to know you-- Martin: I'm in despair-- Cadwell: (to Bendish) I jut remembered. Martin: I must tell you-- Cadwell: (to Bendish) A cad-- Martin: (astonished) Sir! Cadwell: An insolent-- Martin: Sir! Cadwell: An impudent. Martin: Sir. Cadwell: A rogue, a cheat-- Martin: Oh, sir! Cadwell: Don't you see that I am talking to this scoundrel! Bendish: (low to Martin) Want to be in it for half? Martin: (low to Bendish) No, I won't play such a rotten game. Cadwell: (to Bendish) I believe you are joking