Fop. Admittance! why thou art stark mad: Did not I come in with you, that is, follow’d you?
Wild. Whither?
Fop. Why, into the House, up stairs, stood behind you when you swore you wou’d come in, and follow’d you in!
Wild. All this, and I not see!
Fop. Oh, Love’s blind; but this Lady saw me, Mrs. Clacket saw me— Admittance quotha!
Wild. Why did you not speak?
Fop. Speak! I was so amaz’d at what I heard, the villanous Scandals laid on you by some pick-thank Rogue or other, I had no Power.
Wild. Ay, thou know’st how I am wrong’d.
Fop. Oh, most damnably, Sir!
Wild. Abuse me to my Mistress too!