Well, Cousin, Scaramouch tells me of a rare design's a hatching, to relieve us from this Captivity; here are we mew'd up to be espous'd to two Moon-calfs for ought I know; for the Devil of any human thing is suffer'd to come near us without our Governante and Keeper, Mr. Scaramouch.

These had made a foolish Swop between a Couple of thick bandy Legs, and two long Trapsticks that had no Calfs to them.