Dick. This unconscionable rogue! [Aside.] Well, I'll bespeak one for thee.
Brass. Brilliant.
Dick. It shall. But if the thing don't succeed after all?——
Brass. I'm a man of honour, and restore: and so the treaty being finish'd, I strike my flag of defiance, and fall into my respects again.
[Taking off his hat.
Enter Flippanta.
Flip. I have made you wait a little, but I cou'd not help it, her master is but just gone. He has been shewing her Prince Eugene's march into Italy.
Dick. Pr'ythee let me come to her, I'll shew her a part of the world he has never shewn her yet.
Flip. So I told her, you must know; and she said, she cou'd like to travel in good company: so if you'll slip up those back-stairs, you shall try if you can agree upon the journey.
Dick. My dear Flippanta!