Gosling. I'll tip all nine.
Sampson. What, wed 'em, Sir?
Gosling. O, no—that thought I banish. I woo—not wed; they never bring the Spanish. Their favours I pursue, and court the bays.
Sampson. Mayhap, you're one of them that write the plays?
Gosling. Bumpkin!
Sampson. I'm told the public's well-nigh crammed With such like stuff.
Gosling. The public may be damned.
Sampson. They ha'nt damned you? (inquisitively).
Gosling. This fellow's wond'rous shrewd! I'd tell him if I thought he'd not be rude. Once in my greener years, I wrote a piece.
Sampson. Aye, so did I—at school like—