Charl. I will return, Sweet. [Exit.
Long. Honest friend, do you belong to the house? I pray be covered.
Mont. Yes Sir, I do.
Long. Ha, dream'st thou Longaville? sure 'tis not he: Sir I should know you.
Mont. So should I you, but that I am asham'd.
But though thou know'st me, prethee Longaville,
Mock not my poverty, pray remember your self;
Shows it not strangely for thy cloaths to stand
Without a Hat to mine? mock me no more.
Long. The —— embroider me all over, Sir,
If ever I began to mock you yet.
The —— on me, why should I wear Velvet
And Silver Lace? —— I will tear it off.
Mont. Why Mad-man?
Long. Put on my Hat? yes, when I am hang'd I will:
---- I could break my head.
For holding eyes that knew not you at first:
But time and fortune run your courses with him,
He'll laugh and storm you, when you shew most hate.
Enter Lamira, Orlean's Lady, Laverdine, La Poop, Malycorn, Veramour, Charlot.
Lam. You're a fair Mounsieur.