Lod. Sir, I’ll be with you presently; Sir Credulous, be sure you lug him by the Ears with any sort of Stuff till my return. I’ll send you a Friend to keep you in countenance.
Sir Pat. Please you to sit, Gentlemen? [Exit Lod.]
Amst. Please you, Sir. To Sir Cred. who bows and runs back.
Sir Cred. Oh Lord, sweet Sir, I hope you do not take me—Nay, I beseech you, Noble Sir—Reverend Sir. Turning from one to t’other.
Leyd. By no means, Sir, a Stranger.
Sir Cred. I beseech you—Scavantissimi Doctores,—incomparable Sir,—and you—or you.
Fat D. In troth, Sir, these Compliments are needless, I am something corpulent, and love my ease. Sits.
Sir Cred. Generous Sir, you say well; therefore Conlicentia, as the Grecians have it. Sits.
Amst. —Brother.—
Leyd. Nay, good Brother,—Sir Patient—