Flirt. A fine spoken Person. A Gentleman, I’ll warrant him: come, Jack, I’ll give thee for old acquaintance. Exeunt Landlady and Boy.
Hazard pulls out Pen, Ink and Paper, and goes to write.
Enter Friendly.
Friend. Here, Nell, a Tankard of cool Drink, quickly.
Nell. You shall have it, Sir.
Friend. Hah! who’s that Stranger? he seems to be a Gentleman.
Haz. If I should give credit to mine Eyes, that should be Friendly.
Friend. Sir, you seem a Stranger; may I take the liberty to present my Service to you? [Exit Nell.]
Haz. If I am not mistaken, Sir, you are the only Man in the World whom I would soonest pledge; you’ll credit me, if three Year’s absence has not made you forget Hazard.
Friend. Hazard, my Friend! come to my Arms and Heart.