hat's-your-name, Peter, don't stand insult.

_Peter._ There is no insult. I repeat again, Captain what's-your-name.
Do you know your name?

_Capt. Eth. to Capt. Mer._ Why, he's as mad as a March hare.

_Capt. Mer._ Yes, but not so hot as a Welsh rabbit.

_Peter._ A rabbit--that's a boroughmonger! Now I ought to take that up,
it is a downright insult; but perhaps he did not mean it. Captain
what's-your-name, I tell you a secret; you don't know your own name,
no, nor you don't know your station in life.

_Capt. Eth._ I'm sure you forget yours, Mr Peter. How long has this
change taken place?

_Peter._ Ask your nurse. (_Aside._) That was a hard hit; he must smell a
rat now.

_Capt. Eth._ Ask my nurse!

_Capt. Mer._ Ask your granny, Etheridge; upon my soul, it's as good as a
play.

_Capt. Eth._ To the audience, perhaps; but I feel rather inclined to be
in earnest. Hark you, Mr Peter, do you know I am very particular in
payment, and always give every man his due.

_Peter._ That's it exactly. All that I wish is, that you would give me
mine; but if you don't--I shall oblige you, depend upon it.

_Capt. Mer._ I rather expect he will, Etheridge, if he goes on much
longer.

_Peter._ Thank you for taking my part. That's handsome. Perhaps you will
persuade him to do me justice.

_Capt. Mer._ If you had been in my hands, I should have done you justice
long before this.

_Peter._ "There's virtue still extant," as the play has it. Sir, as you
have joined my side, I'll permit you to shake hands with me.

_Capt. Mer._ O certainly! we always do preparatory to a set-to. Now,
then, take my advice--on your guard!

_Peter_ (_aside_). Now I don't fear him. (_Aloud._) Captain
what's-your-name, shall I tell you your fortune?

_Capt. Eth._ O certainly! you look like a conjuror.

_Peter._ It is your fortune, sir, to be under the baleful influence of
the stars, Georgium Sidum and Copernicum. In a few days you will find
your name to be _Bargrove_, and you will have to change situations with
me.

_Capt. Eth._ Indeed!

_Peter._ Yes, Captain Bargrove, so it is. A wicked woman changed us in
our cradles; but the secret is come out, and evidence is at hand. You
must return to obscurity, whilst I emerge from mine. The stars will
have it so. Your fortune's told.

_Capt. Eth._ Nonsense! the fool has been imposed upon. Now, Mr Peter,
I'll tell your fortune.

_Peter._ I thank you. It has been already told to my satisfaction.

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