Sir Mart. Fair and soft, good Sir John.
Sir John. You see, I am no very obstinate rival, I leave the field free to you: Go on, sir, and pursue your good fortune, and be as happy as such a common creature can make thee.
Sir Mart. This is Hebrew-Greek to me; but I must tell you, sir, I will not suffer my divinity to be prophaned by such a tongue as yours.
Sir John. Believe it; whate'er I say, I can quote my author for.
Sir Mart. Then, sir, whoever told it you, lied in his throat, d'ye see, and deeper than that, d'ye see, in his stomach, and his guts, d'ye see: Tell me she's a common person! he's a son of a whore that said it, and I'll make him eat his words, though he spoke 'em in a privy-house.
Sir John. What if Warner told me so? I hope you'll grant him to be a competent judge in such a business.
Sir Mart. Did that precious rascal say it?—Now I think on't, I'll not believe you: In fine, sir, I'll hold you an even wager he denies it.
Sir John. I'll lay you ten to one, he justifies it to your face.
Sir Mart. I'll make him give up the ghost under my fist, if he does not deny it.
Sir John. I'll cut off his ears upon the spot, if he does not stand to't.