Wid. You must not so soon Sir, here be some Gentlemen, it may be you are acquainted with 'em.
Hare. Will nothing make him miserable?
Fount. How glorious!
Bel. It is the very he, does it rain fortunes, or has he a familiar?
Hare. How doggedly he looks too?
Fount. I am beyond my faith, pray let's be going.
Val. Where are these Gentlemen?
Wid. Here.
Val. Yes I know 'em, and will be more familiar.
Bel. Morrow Madam.