Maid. Madam, Mr. Friendly’s here.
Sure. Bring him in.
Haz. Friendly!—I had a dear Friend of that name, who I hear is in these Parts.—Pray Heaven it may be he.
Ran. How now, Charles.
Enter Friendly.
Friend. Madam, your Servant—Hah! should not I know you for my dear friend Hazard. Embracing him.
Haz. Or you’re to blame, my Friendly.
Friend. Prithee what calm brought thee ashore?
Haz. Fortune [de la guerre], but prithee ask me no Questions in so good Company, where a Minute lost from this Conversation is a Misfortune not to be retriev’d.
Friend. Dost like her, Rogue— Softly aside.