Sir Cau. Ay, Sir, but—
Gay. Good Sir, no more Cautions; you, unlike a fair Gamester, will rook me out of half my Night—I am impatient—
Sir Cau. Good Lord, are you so hasty? if I please, you shan’t go at all.
Gay. With all my soul, Sir; pay me three hundred Pound, Sir—
Sir Cau. Lord, Sir, you mistake my candid meaning still. I am content to be a Cuckold, Sir—but I wou’d have things done decently, d’ye mind me?
Gay. As decently as a Cuckold can be made, Sir.—But no more disputes, I pray, Sir.
Sir Cau. I’m gone—I’m gone—but harkye, Sir, you’ll rise before day?
[Going out, returns.
Gay. Yet again—
Sir Cau. I vanish, Sir—but harkye—you’ll not speak a word, but let her think ‘tis I?
Gay. Be gone, I say, Sir— [He runs out. I am convinc’d last night I was with Julia. Oh Sot, insensible and dull!