Beau. Why, in Dressing, Drinking, Whoring, Claps, Dice, and Scriveners. What do you think of me now, old Gentleman?
Esop. Pray, what do you think of yourself?
Beau. I don't think at all: I know how to bestow my Time better.
Esop. Are you married?
Beau. No——have you ever a Daughter to bestow upon me?
Esop. She wou'd be well bestow'd.
Beau. Why, I'm a strong young Dog, you old Put, you: She may be worse coupled——
Esop. Have you then a Mind to a Wife, Sir?
Beau. Yaw, Mynheer.
Esop. What wou'd you do with her?