Sir Cau. A Cuckold as well as my self, Sir; and I’ll sue you for Scandalum Magnatum; I shall recover swinging Damages with a City-Jury.
Sir Feeb. I know of no such thing, Sir.
Sir Cau. No, Sir?
Sir Feeb. No, Sir.
Sir Cau. Then what wou’d you be at, Sir?
Sir Feeb. I be at, Sir! what wou’d you be at, Sir?
Sir Cau. Ha, ha, ha—why this is the strangest thing—to see an old Fellow, a Magistrate of the City, the first Night he’s married, forsake his Bride and Bed, and come arm’d Cap-a-pee, like Gargantua, to disturb another old Fellow, and banter him with a Tale of a Tub; and all to be-cuckold him here—in plain English, what’s your Business?
Sir Feeb. Why, what the Devil’s your Business, and you go to that?
Sir Cau. My Business, with whom?
Sir Feeb. With me, Sir, with me; what a Pox do you think I do here?