Ald. Out of my hearty respects to you; for there is not a man in England——
Man. Thou wouldst save from hanging at the expense of a shilling only.
Ald. Nay, nay, but Captain, you are like enough to tell me——
Man. Truth, which you wont care to hear; therefore you had better go talk with somebody else.
Ald. No, I know nobody can inform me better of some young wit or spendthrift, who has a good dipped seat and estate in Middlesex, Hertfordshire, Essex, or Kent; any of these would serve my turn; now if you know of such an one, and would but help——
Man. You to finish his ruin.
Ald. I' faith you should have a snip——
Man. Of your nose, you thirty in the hundred rascal; would you make me your squire-setter?
(Takes him by the nose.)
Two lovers, Lord Plausible and Novel, have the following dialogue about their chances of success with a certain lady who is wooed by both.