_Luck_. So! what news bring you?

_Jack_. An't please your honour I have been at my lord's, and his
lordship thanks you for the favour you have offered of reading your
play to him; but he has such a prodigious deal of business, he begs to
be excused. I have been with Mr Keyber too--he made me no answer at
all. Mr Bookweight will be here immediately.

_Luck_. Jack.

_Jack_. Sir.

_Luck_. Fetch my other hat hither;--carry it to the pawnbroker's.

_Jack_. To your honour's own pawnbroker!

_Luck_. Ay--and in thy way home call at the cook's shop. So, one
way or other, I find my head must always provide for my belly.




SCENE V.--LUCKLESS, WITMORE.


_Luck_. I am surprized! dear Witmore!

_Wit_. Dear Harry!