Jacin. Where they cou'd not do one another much good.
Don Ped. As how?
Jacin. As through a Hole in a Wall.
Don Ped. The Strumpet banters me: Be serious, Insolence, or I shall spoil your Gaiety; I'm not dispos'd to Mirth.
Jacin. Why I am serious, if you like my Story the better for't.
Don Ped. [Aside.] How miserable a Wretch am I!
Jacin. I tell you there's a Wall parts their two Houses, and in that Wall there's a Hole. How the Wall came by the Hole, I can't tell; mayhap by chance, mayhap by no chance; but there 'tis, and there they use to prattle.
Don Ped. And this is Truth?
Jacin. I can't bate you a Word on't, Sir.