Sold. Who's this Lady?
La. Oh the Dukes Cosin, he came late from travel, Sir.
Sold. Respect belongs to him.
Pas. For as I said, Lady,
Th'are merry, that's the worst you can report of 'em:
Th'are neither dangerous, nor immodest.
Sold. How's this?
Pas. And there I think I left.
Pas. Now to proceed, Lady; perhaps I swore I lov'd you,
If you believe me not, y'are much the wiser.
Sold. He speaks still in my person, and derides me.
Pas. For I can cog with you.