Mer. He’ll ſweare, and forſweare too, it is his trade, 5 You ſhould not haue left him.
Fit. S’lid, I can goe backe, And beat him, yet.
Mer. No, now let him alone.
Fit. I was ſo earneſt, after the maine Buſineſſe, To haue this ring, gone.
Mer. True, and ’tis time. I’haue learned, Sir, ſin’ you went, her Ladi-ſhip eats 10 With the Lady Tail-buſh, here, hard by.
Fit. I’ the lane here?
Mer. Yes, if you’had a ſeruant, now of prefence, Well cloth’d, and of an aëry voluble tongue, Neither too bigge, or little for his mouth, That could deliuer your wiues complement; 15 To ſend along withall.
Fit. I haue one Sir, A very handſome, gentleman-like-fellow, That I doe meane to make my Dutcheſſe Vſher— I entertain’d him, but this morning, too: I’ll call him to you. The worſt of him, is his name! 20
Mer. She’ll take no note of that, but of his meſſage. [139]
Hee ſhewes him his Pug.