SCENE: The Street.
BELLMOUR, in fanatic habit, SETTER.
BELL.'Tis pretty near the hour.[Looking on his watch.] Well, and how, Setter, hae, does my hypocrisy fit me, hae? Does it sit easy on me?
SET.Oh, most religiously well, sir.
BELL.I wonder why all our young fellows should glory in an opinion of atheism, when they may be so much more conveniently lewd under the coverlet of religion.
SET.S'bud, sir, away quickly: there's Fondlewife just turned the corner, and 's coming this way.
BELL.Gad's so, there he is: he must not see me.
