Count Bas. No, faith! I came in when it was all over——I think I just made a couple of Bets with him, took up a cool hundred, and so went to the King's Arms.
Lady Wrong. What a genteel, easy manner he has!
[Aside.
Man. A very hopeful acquaintance I have made here.
[Aside.
Enter Squire Richard, with a wet brown Paper on his face.
Sir Fran. How naw, Dick! what's the matter with thy forehead, Lad?
Squ. Rich. I ha' gotten a knuck upon't.
Lady Wrong. And how did you come by it, you heedless creature?