Gay. Your Servant, Sir. Wou’d I cou’d come to speak to Bellmour, which I dare not do in publick, lest I betray him. I long to be resolv’d where ‘twas Sir Feeble was last night—if it were he—by which I might find out my invisible Mistress.
Noi. Noble Mr. Wasteall— [Salutes him, so does Bearjest.
Bel. Will you please to sit, Sir?
Gay. I have a little business, Sir—but anon I’ll wait on you—your Servant, Gentlemen—I’ll to Crap the Scrivener’s. [Goes out.
Sir Cau. Do you know this Wasteall, Sir?— [To Noisey.
Noi. Know him, Sir! ay, too well—
Bea. The World’s well amended with him, Captain, since I lost my Money to him and you at the George in White-Fryers.
Noi. Ay, poor Fellow—he’s sometimes up, and sometimes down, as the Dice favour him—
Bea. Faith, and that’s pity; but how came he so fine o’th’ sudden? ’.was but last week he borrowed eighteen pence of me on his Waste-Belt to pay his Dinner in an Ordinary.
Bel. Were you so cruel, Sir, to take it?