Sir Anth. A rare Fellow!
Sir Char. You will not do’t elsewhere?
Wild. Not with so much Authority.
Sir Anth. An admirable Fellow! I must be acquainted with him.
Sir Char. Is this the Respect you pay Women of her Quality?
Wild. The Widow knows I stand not much upon Ceremonies.
Sir Anth. Gad, he shall be my Heir. [Aside still.
L. Gal. Pardon him, Sir, this is his Cambridge Breeding.
Sir Anth. Ay, so ‘tis, so ‘tis, that two Years there quite spoil’d him.
L. Gal. Sir, if you’ve any further Business with me, speak it; if not,
I’m going forth.