Silv. Surpriz’d at sight of this, I did withdraw,
And left them laughing at my little Confidence.
Mar. How! left them? and left them living too?
Silv. If a young Wench will be gadding,
Who can help it?
Mar. ’Sdeath you should, were you that half her Brother, Which my Father too doatingly believes you. [Inrag’d.
Silv. How! do you question his Belief, Marcel?
Mar. I ne’er consider’d it; be gone and leave me.
Silv. [Am I a Dog] that thus you bid me vanish?
What mean you by this Language? [Comes up to him.
And how dare you upbraid me with my Birth,