Char. [Enraged.] I'll tell you what; who your master is I see I shall not learn, and I don't care; but I know what you are.
Fra. Well, what am I?
Char. A bear!
[Exit.
Fra. Thank you! Now to see how habit and example corrupt one's manners. I am naturally the civilest spoken fellow in the world to the pretty prattling rogues; yet, following my master's humour, I've rudely driven this wench away. I must have a peep at her though.
[Looking towards the Park gate.
Enter Stranger.
Stra. Is that woman gone?
Stra. Francis!