Burr. You are very familiar with Sir Timorous.
Lov. So am I with his companions, sir.
Burr. Then there's hopes you and I may be better acquainted. I am one of his companions.
Lov. By what title? as you are an ass, sir?
Const. No more, Loveby.
Lov. I need not, madam. Alas! this fellow is only the solicitor of a quarrel, 'till he has brought it to an head; and will leave the fighting part to the courteous pledger. Do not I know these fellows? You shall as soon persuade a mastiff to fasten on a lion, as one of those to engage with a courage above their own: They know well enough whom they can beat, and who can beat them.
_Enter _FAILER at a distance.
Fail. Yonder they are: Now, would I compound for a reasonable sum, that I were friends with Burr. If I am not, I shall lose Sir Timorous.
Const. O, servant, have I spied you? let me run into your arms.
Fail. I renounce my lady Constance: I vow to gad, I renounce her.