Then your brother was up here alone, sir, and very still.

I will swear he was never out of this room.
Then, but an hour ago, here comes another coach, as big as the first, and yellower.

And out of it steps another fine lord, and he bows to your brother, and in they get, and off goes the coach.

But, God help me, sir! How should I know which way they went, or what should be their errand?
Methinks it must be some servant come from the royal palace.

Sir, be you two of the nobility?
And if you be, why come you here to Bradwell Street?
Sir, I am but a poor woman.