Gay. But I shall improve ‘em, Madam, I’ll warrant you.
L. Ful. Well, since ‘tis no worse, bring in your fine Dancer,
Cousin, you say you brought to entertain your Mistress with.
[Bearjest goes out.
Gay. Sir, you’ll take care to see me paid to Night?
Sir Cau. Well, Sir—but my Lady, you must know, Sir, has the common frailties of her Sex, and will refuse what she even longs for, if persuaded to’t by me.
Gay. ‘Tis not in my Bargain to sollicit her, Sir, you are to procure her—or three hundred pounds, Sir; chuse you whether.
Sir Cau. Procure her! with all my soul, Sir; alas, you mistake my honest meaning, I scorn to be so unjust as not to see you a-bed together; and then agree as well as you can, I have done my part—In order to this, Sir—get but your self conveyed in a Chest to my house, with a Direction upon’t for me; and for the rest—
Gay. I understand you.
Sir Feeb. Ralph, get supper ready.
Enter Bea. with Dancers; all go out but Sir Cautious.