_Twitch._ You must go with me. _Rover._ [_Without._] Old gentleman, come quick, or I'll draw another bottle of your currant wine. _Twitch._ You'd best not make a noise, but come. [_To_ BANKS.] _Enter_ ROVER. _Rover._ Oh, you're here? Rain over--quite fine--I'll take a sniff of the open air too--Eh, what's the matter? _Twitch._ What's that to you? _Rover._ What's that to me? Why, you're a very unmannerly-- _Twitch._ Oh, here's a rescue! _Banks._ Nay, my dear sir, I'd wish you not to bring yourself into trouble about me. _Twitch._ Now, since you don't know what's civil, if the debt's not paid directly, to jail you go. _Rover._ My kind, hospitable good old man to jail! What's the amount, you scoundrel. _Twitch._ Better words, or I'll-- _Rover._ Stop; utter you a word good or bad, except to tell me what's your demand upon this gentleman, and I'll give you the greatest beating you ever got since the hour you commenced rascal. [_In a low tone._] _Twitch._ Why, master, I don't want to quarrel with you, because-- _Rover._ You'll get nothing by it. Do you know, you villain, that I am this moment the greatest man living? _Twitch._ Who, pray? _Rover._ "I am the bold Thunder!" Sirrah, know that I carry my purse of gold in my coat-pocket. Though damme if I know how a purse came there. [_Aside, and takes it out._] There's twenty pictures of his majesty; therefore, in the king's name, I free his liege subject; [_Takes Banks away._] and now who am I? Ah, ah! _Twitch._ Ten pieces short, my master; but if you're a housekeeper I'll take this and your bail. _Rover._ Then for bail you must have a housekeeper? What's to be done! _Enter_ GAMMON. Ah, here's old hospitality! I know you've a house, though your fire side was too warm for me. Lookye, here's some rapacious, griping rascal, has had this worthy gentleman arrested. Now a certain, good-for-nothing, rattling fellow has paid twenty guineas; you pass your word for the other nine, we'll step back into the old gentleman's friendly house, and over his currant wine, our first toast shall be, liberty to the honest debtor, and confusion to the hard hearted creditor. _Gam._ I shan't. _Rover._ Shan't! What's your name? _F. Gam._ Gammon. _Rover._ Gammon! Dem'me, you're the Hampshire hog. [_Exit_ F. GAMMON. 'Sdeath! How shall I do to extricate--? I wish I had another purse in my waistcoat pocket. _Enter_ LADY AMARANTH, _from_ GAMMON'S, ZACHARIAH _following_. _Lady Am._ What tumult's this?