Enter Servant.
Quaint. [Aside.] I don't like his Looks, by Gad.
Esop. I'll present thee with a Token of my Love.
Quaint. A—another time, Sir, will do as well.
Esop. No; I love to be out of Debt, tho' 'tis being out of the Fashion. So, d'ye hear! Give this honest Gentleman half a score good Strokes on the Back with a Cudgel.
Quaint. By no means in the World, Sir.
Esop. Indeed, Sir, you shall take 'em.
Quaint. Sir, I don't merit half your Bounty.
Esop. O 'tis but a Trifle!
Quaint. Your Generosity makes me blush.