Gay. With many, Sir, that very well become you— [Pulls him a little aside. I’ve something to deliver to your Ear.
Sir Cau. So, I’ll be hang’d if he do not tell me, I’m a Cuckold now: I see it in his Eyes. My Ear, Sir! I’d have you to know I scorn any man’s secrets, Sir;—for ought I know you may whisper Treason to me, Sir. Pox on him, how handsom he is, I hate the sight of the young Stallion. [Aside.
Gay. I wou’d not be so uncivil, Sir, before all this Company.
Sir Cau. Uncivil! Ay, ay, ‘tis so, he cannot be content to cuckold, but he must tell me so too.
Gay. But since you will have it, Sir—you are—a Rascal—a most notorious Villain, Sir, d’ye hear—
Sir Cau. Yes, yes, I do hear—and am glad ‘tis no worse. [Laughing.
Gay. Griping as Hell—and as insatiable—worse than a Brokering Jew, not all the Twelve Tribes harbour such a damn’d Extortioner.
Sir Cau. Pray, under favour, Sir, who are you?
[Pulling off his Hat.
Gay. One whom thou hast undone—
Sir Cau. Hum—I’m glad of that however. [Aside smiling.