_Tick_. Nay, _certo_, Signior. _Pet_. With what confidence can I receive so rich a Present? Signior _Tickletext_, ah--Signior-- Sir _Sig_. I vow, Signior--I’m ashamed you shou’d offer it. _Tick_. In verity, so am I. [_Still going back, he follows_.] _Pet. Pardio! Baccus_, most incomparable.-- _Tick_. But when, Signior, are we to learn to receive again?-- _Pet_. Oh, Sir, that’s always a Lesson of it self:--but now, Signiors, I’ll teach you how to act a story. Sir _Sig_. How, how, Signior, to act a story? _Pet_. Ay, Sir, no matter for words or sense, so the Body perform its part well. Sir _Sig_. How, tell a story without words! why, this were an excellent device for Mr. _Tickletext_, when he’s to hold forth to the Congregation, and has lost his Sermon-Notes--why, this is wonderful.-- _Pet_. Oh, Sir, I have taught it Men born deaf [_Gets between ‘em: Makes a sign of being fat; galloping about the Stage_.] and blind:--look ye, stand close together, and observe--closer yet:--a certain Eclejastico, Plump and Rich--Riding along the Road, meets a Paver strapiao,--un Pavaro strapiao, Paure strapiao:--strapiao--strapiao-- strapiao [_Puts himself into the Posture of a lean Beggar; his hands right down by his sides,--and picks both their Pockets_.] Elemosuna per un Paure strapiao, par a Moure de Dievos--at last he begs a Julio--Neinte [_makes the fat Bishop_.] the Paure strapiao begs a Mezo Julio-- [_lean_] Neinte [_fat_]--une bacio--[_lean_]--Neinte-- [_fat_]--at last he begs his Blessing--and see how willingly the Ecclesiastico gave his Benediction. [_Opening his Arms, hits them both in the face_.]--Scusa, scusa mea, Patronas-- [_Begs their pardon_.] Sir _Sig_. Yes, very willingly, which by the way he had never done had it been worth a farthing. _Tick_. Marry, I wou’d he had been a little sparing of that too at this time--[_sneezes_] a shame on’t, it has stir’d this same _Cackamarda_ again most foully. _Pet_. Your pardon, Signior;--but come, Sir _Signal_,--let’s see how you will make this silent relation--Come, stand between us two-- Sir _Sig_. Nay, let me alone for a memory--come. _Pet_. I think I have reveng’d my Backsword-beating. [_Goes off_.] Sir _Sig_. Un paureo strapado--plump and rich, no, no, the Ecclesiastico meet un paureo strapado--and begs a Julio. _Tick_. Oh, no, Sir, the strapado begs the Julio. Sir _Sig_. Ay, ay, and the Ecclesastico crys Niente--[_snaps his nail_.] un meze Julio!--Niente--un Bacio, Niente: your Blessing then, Signior Ecclesastico. [_Spreads out his Arms to give his blessing--and hits_ Tick.] _Tick_. Adds me, you are all a little too liberal of this same Benediction. Sir _Sig_. Hah--but where’s Signior _Morigoroso?_ what, is he gone?--but now I think on’t, ‘tis a point of good manners to go without taking leave.