[They go out. Fal. stays.
Fal. Now am I in a very fine condition,
A comfortable one, as I take it:
I have ventur’d my Life to some purpose now;
What confounded luck was this, that he of all men
Living, should happen to be my Rival?
Well, I’ll go visit Aminta, and see how
She receives me.—
Why, where a duce hast thou dispos’d of Enter Labree.
Thy self all this day? I will be bound to be
Hang’d if thou hast not a hankering after
Some young Wench; thou couldst never loiter
Thus else; but I’ll forgive thee now, and prithee go to
My Lady Aminta’s Lodgings; kiss her hand
From me; and tell her, I am just returned from
The Campain: mark that word, Sirrah.
Lab. I shall, Sir, ‘tis truth.
Fal. Well, that’s all one; but if she should
Demand any thing concerning me, (for
Love’s inquisitive) dost hear? as to my Valour, or so,
Thou understand’st me; tell her
I acted as a man that pretends to the glory of
Serving her.
Lab. I warrant you, Sir, for a Speech.
Fal. Nay, thou mayst speak as well too much
As too little; have a care of that, dost hear?
And if she ask what Wounds I have, dost mind me?
Tell her I have many, very many.
Lab. But whereabouts, Sir?
Fal. Let me see—let me see; I know not where To place them—I think in my Face.
Lab. By no means, Sir, you had much better Have them in your Posteriors: for then the Ladies Can never disprove you; they’ll not look there.
Fal. The sooner, you Fool, for the Rarity on’t.