Dor. Dear Monsieur le Guarantiere.
1 Gen. Here, my horse there.
Dor. Monsieur la Rose.
2 Gen. Damn ye, ye prig.
Dor. Monsieur Trofignac.
3 Gen. Go to the devil.
[Exeunt Gentlemen.
Dor. O, I'm disgrac'd for ever.
Mr. Barn. Now, son, this will teach you how to live.
Dor. Your son? I deny the kindred; I'm the son of a whore, and I'll burn your house about your ears, you old rogue you.