Let. Believe me, Sir, I shall not merit this kindness.
Sir Feeb. Go to—More of your Love, and less of your Ceremony—give the old Fool a hearty buss, and pay him that way—he, ye little wanton Tit, I’ll steal up—and catch ye and love ye—adod, I will—get ye gone—get ye gone.
Let. Heavens, what a nauseous thing is an old Man turn’d Lover! [Ex. Leticia and Diana.
Sir Cau. How, steal up, Sir Feeble—I hope not so; I hold it most indecent before the lawful hour.
Sir Feeb. Lawful hour! Why, I hope all hours are lawful with a Man’s own Wife.
Sir Cau. But wise Men have respect to Times and Seasons.
Sir Feeb. Wise young Men, Sir Cautious; but wise old Men must nick their Inclinations; for it is not as ‘twas wont to be, for it is not as ’.was wont to be— [Singing and Dancing.
Enter Ralph.
Ral. Sir, here’s a young Gentleman without wou’d speak with you.
Sir Feeb. Hum—I hope it is not that same Bellmour come to forbid the
Banes—if it be, he comes too late—therefore bring me first my long
Sword, and then the Gentleman.
[Exit Ralph.