Gal. Come, let’s follow him; and you, my generous Cavalier, must give me leave to beg the Honour of your Friendship.
Lau. My Inclinations, Sir, have given you more—pray let me wait on you to your Lodgings, lest a farther Insolence shou’d be offer’d you.
Gal. Sir, you oblige too fast.
[They go out.
Sir Sig. Ah, che Diavilo Ayles, these hot-brain’d fellows, sure, they’re drunk.
Pet. Oh, fy, Signior, drunk, for a Man of Quality—’tis intolerable.
Sir Sig. Ay: why how so, Signior Morigoroso?
Pet. Imbriaco had made it a fine Speech indeed.
Sir Sig. Why, faith, and so it had, as thus,—ach Diavilo Ayles, these are hot-brain’d Fellows, sure they are imbriaco,—Now, wou’d not I be drunk for a thousand Crowns: Imbriaco sounds Cinquante per cent better.—Come, noble Signior, let’s andiamo a casa, which is as much as to say, let’s amble home.—
Tick. In troth, wondrous expert—Certo, Signior, he’s an apt Scholar.
Sir Sig. Ah, Sir, you shall see, when I come to my Civilities.—