Con. Father, speak
To neighbour Wildrake!
Sir Wil. Very glad to see him!
Wild. I thank you, good Sir William! Give you joy
Of your good looks!
Con. What, Phœbe!—Phœbe!—Phœbe!
Sir Wil. What wantest thou with thy lap-dog?
Con. Only, sir,
To welcome neighbour Wildrake! What a figure
To show himself in town!
Sir Wil. Wilt hold thy peace?
Con. Yes; if you’ll lesson me to hold my laughter!
Wildrake.
Wild. Well?
Con. Let me walk thee in the Park—
How they would stare at thee!