_Sim._ Ecod! he's not acting now! _Enter_ LANDLORD, _with a book, pen, and ink_. _F. Gam._ Landlord, is this Mr. Lamp here? _Land._ I've just opened a bottle for him and t'other in the parlour. _Rover._ "Go, father, with thy son; give him a livery more guarded than his fellows." _Sim._ Livery! Why, I be no sarvant man, though sister Jane is. Gi's thy hand. [_To Rover._] I don't know how 'tis; but I think I could lose my life for him; but mustn't let feyther be lickt though--No, no! [_Going, turns and looks at Rover._] Ecod, I ne'er shall forget Pillicock! [_Exeunt_ FARMER GAMMON _and_ SIM. _Rover._ Thou art an honest reptile, I'll make my entree on the London boards in Bayes, yes, I shall have no comparison against me. "Egad, it's very hard that a gentleman and an author can't come to teach them, but he must break his nose, and--and--all that--but--so the players are gone to dinner." _Land._ No such people frequent the Sun, I assure you. _Rover._ "Sun, moon, and stars!"--Now mind the eclipse, Mr. Johnson. _Land._ I heard nothing of it, sir. _Rover._ "There's the sun between the earth and moon--there's the moon between the earth and the sun, tol, lol, lol! dance the hay! Luna means to show her tail." _Enter_ WAITER. _Waiter._ Two gentlemen in the parlour would speak with you. _Rover._ "I attend them, were they twenty times our mother." _Waiter._ Your mother, sir! why it is two gentlemen. _Rover._ Say I attend them with all respect and duty. [_Exit Waiter._ _Land._ Sir, you go in the stage; as we book the passengers, what name? _Rover._ "I am the bold Thunder." [_Exit._ _Land._ [_Writing._] Mr. Thunder. _Enter_ JOHN DORY. _John._ I want two places in the stage coach, because I and another gentleman are going a voyage. _Land._ Just two vacant; what name? _John._ Avast! I go aloft. But let's see who'll be my master's messmates in the cabin: [_Reads._] Captain Muccolah, Counsellor Fazacherly, Miss Gosling, Mr. Thunder. What's this? speak, man! is there one of that name going? _Land._ Booked him this minute. _John._ If our voyage should now be at an end before we begin it?--If this Mr. Thunder should be my master's son!--What rate is this vessel? _Land._ Rate! _John._ What sort of a gentleman is he? _Land._ Oh; a rum sort of a gentleman; I suspect he's one of the players. _John._ True; Sam said it was some player's people coaxed him away from Portsmouth school. It must be the 'squire--show me where he's moored, my old purser. [_Exit, singing, and_ LANDLORD _following_. SCENE III. _A Room in the Inn._ LAMP _and_ TRAP [_discovered drinking._] _Trap._ This same Farmer Gammon seems a surly spark.