Burr. He swears at the rate of two thousand pounds a year, if the Rump act were still in being.
Fail. He's in passion, man; and, besides, he has been a great fanatic formerly, and now has got a habit of swearing, that he may be thought a cavalier.
Burr. What noise is that? I think I hear your cousin Trice's voice.
Fail. I'll go see. [Exit FAIL.
Isa. Come, Sir Timorous, be not discouraged: 'Tis but an old man's frowardness; he's always thus against rain.
Enter FAILER.
Fail. O madam, follow me quickly; and if you do not see sport, melancholy be upon my head.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
The SCENE changes, and TRICE is discovered playing at tables by himself, with spectacles on, a bottle, and parmezan by him; they return and see him, undiscovered by him.