Lady. Sir I shall call you servant.
Mor. I shall be proud on't: what fellow's that?
Young Lo. My Ladies Coachman.
Mor. There's something, (my friend) for you to buy whips, And for you Sir, and you Sir.
Elder Lo. Under a miracle this is the strangest I ever heard of.
Mor. What, shall we play, or drink? what shall we doe? Who will hunt with me for a hundred pounds?
Wel. Stranger and Stranger! Sir you shall find sport after a day or two.
Young Lo. Sir I have a sute unto you Concerning your old servant Savil.
Elder Lo. O, for his keys, I know it.
Savil. Now Sir, strike in.