Colonel S. What was't, villain?
Clinch. sen. Why, truly sir, I have forgot it: I told you that I had a very treacherous memory.
Colonel S. I'll engage you shall remember me this month, rascal.
[Beats him, and exit.
Enter Lurewell and Parly.
Lady L. Oh, my poor gentleman! and was it beaten?
Clinch. sen. Yes, I have been beaten. But where's my clothes? my clothes?
Lady L. What, you won't leave me so soon, my dear, will ye?
Clinch. sen. Will ye!—If ever I peep into the colonel's tent again, may I be forced to run the gauntlet. But my clothes, madam.
Lady L. I sent the porter down stairs with them: did not you meet him?