Haz. Enough.
Friend. About it then, Madam Flirt to direct you.
Haz. You are full of your Madams here.
Friend. Oh! ’tis the greatest Affront imaginable to call a Woman Mistress, though but a retail Brandy-monger. Adieu.—One thing more, to morrow is our Country-Court, pray do not fail to be there, for the rarity of the Entertainment: but I shall see you anon at Surelove’s, where I’ll salute thee as my first meeting, and as an old Acquaintance in England—here’s Company, farewel. Exit Friend.
Enter Dullman, Timorous and Boozer. Hazard sits at a Table and writes.
Dull. Here, Nell—Well, Lieutenant Boozer, what are you for?
Enter Nell.
Booz. I am for cooling Nants, Major.
Dull. Here, Nell, a Quart of Nants, and some Pipes and [Smoke].
Tim. And do ye hear, Nell, bid your Mistress come in to joke a little with us; for, adzoors, I was damnable drunk last Night, and I am better at the Petticoat than the Bottle to day. [Exit Nell.]