Nurse. O ho, it's my Lord with him now; see how Afflictions will humble Folks.
Miss. Pray, my Lord, don't let him whisper too close, lest he bite your Ear off.
Lord Fop.. I am not altogether so hungry, as your Ladyship is pleased to imagine. [To Young Fash.] Look you, Tam, I am sensible I have not been so kind to you as I ought, but I hope you'll forget what's past, and accept of the five thousand Pounds I offer; thou may'st live in extreme Splendor with it; stap my Vitals.
Young Fash. It's a much easier matter to prevent a Disease than to cure it; a quarter of that Sum would have secur'd your Mistress; twice as much won't redeem her.
[Leaving him.
Sir Tun. Well, what says he?
Young Fash. Only the Rascal offer'd me a Bribe to let him go.
Sir Tun. Ay, he shall go, with a Pox to him: Lead on, Constable.
Lord Fop.. One word more, and I've done.
Sir Tun. Before Gad, thou art an impudent Fellow, to trouble the Court at this rate, after thou art condemned; but speak once for all.