Lor. That's but a hair's breadth at farthest.
Gom. Well, you have got a famous victory; all true subjects are overjoyed at it: There are bonfires decreed; an the times had not been hard, my billet should have burnt too.
Lor. I dare say for thee, thou hast such a respect for a single billet, thou wouldst almost have thrown on thyself to save it; thou art for saving every thing but thy soul.
Gom. Well, well, you'll not believe me generous, 'till I carry you to the tavern, and crack half a pint with you at my own charges.
Lor. No; I'll keep thee from hanging thyself for such an extravagance; and, instead of it, thou shalt do me a mere verbal courtesy. I have just now seen a most incomparable young lady.
Gom. Whereabouts did you see this most incomparable young lady?—My mind misgives me plaguily.
[Aside.
Lor. Here, man, just before this corner-house: Pray heaven, it prove no bawdy-house.
Gom. [Aside.] Pray heaven, he does not make it one!
Lor. What dost thou mutter to thyself? Hast thou any thing to say against the honesty of that house?
400 Gom. Not I, colonel; the walls are very honest stone, and the timber very honest wood, for aught I know; but for the woman, I cannot say, till I know her better: Describe her person, and, if she live in this quarter, I may give you tidings of her.