Clinch. jun. My business! Why, my cousin lives here.
Sir H. I know your cousin does live here, and Vizard's cousin, and every body's cousin——Harkye, sir, I shall return immediately; and if you offer to touch her till I come back, I shall cut your throat, rascal. [Exit.
Clinch. jun. Why, the man's mad, sure!
Dicky. Mad, sir! Ay——Why, he's a beau.
Clinch. jun. A beau! What's that? Are all madmen beaux?
Dicky. No, sir; but most beaux are madmen.—But now for your cousin. Remember your three scrapes, a kiss, and your humble servant. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
A Street.
Enter Sir Harry Wildair, Colonel Standard following.
Colonel S. Sir Harry! Sir Harry!
Sir H. I am in haste, Colonel; besides, if you're in no better humour than when I parted with you in the park this morning, your company won't be very agreeable.