Sir Cau. Alas, I know not whom to suspect, I wou’d I did; but if you cou’d discover him—I wou’d so swinge him—
Sir Feeb. I know him—what, do you take me for a Pimp, Sir? I know him—there’s your Watch again, Sir; I’m your Friend, but no Pimp, Sir— [Rises in Rage.
Sir Cau. My Watch; I thank you, Sir—but why Pimp, Sir?
Sir Feeb. Oh, a very thriving Calling, Sir,—and I have a young Wife to practise with. I know your Rogues.
Sir Cau. A young Wife!—’tis so, his Gentlewoman has been at
Hot-Cockles without her Husband, and he’s Horn-mad upon’t. I suspected
her being so close in with his Nephew—in a Fit with a Pox—[Aside.]
Come, come, Sir Feeble, ‘tis many an honest Man’s Fortune.
Sir Feeb. I grant it, Sir—but to the business, Sir, I came for.
Sir Cau. With all my Soul—
[They sit gaping, and expecting when either should speak. Enter Bredwel and Gayman at the door. Bredwel sees them, and puts Gayman_ back again_.
Bred. Hah—Sir Feeble, and Sir Cautious there—what shall I do? For this way we must pass, and to carry him back wou’d discover my Lady to him, betray all, and spoil the Jest—retire, Sir, your Life depends upon your being unseen. [Go out.
Sir Feeb. Well, Sir, do you not know that I am married, Sir? and this my Wedding Night?