Man. What, before you had it yourself?
Sir Fran. Why ay! that's what I told her——My dear, said I, mayhap I mayn't receive the first quarter on't this half year.
Man. Sir Francis, I have heard you with a great deal of patience, and I really feel compassion for you.
Sir Fran. Truly and well you may cousin, for I don't see that my wife's goodness is a bit the better, for bringing to London.
Man. If you remember I gave you a hint of it.
Sir Fran. Why ay, it's true you did so: but the devil himself could not have believ'd she would have rid post to him.
Man. Sir, if you stay but a fortnight in this town you will every day see hundreds as fast upon the gallop, as she is.
Sir Fran. Ah! this London is a base place indeed——waunds, if things should happen to go wrong with me at Westminster, at this rate, how the devil shall I keep out of jail!
Man. Why truly, there seems to me but one way to avoid it.
Sir Fran. Ah! wou'd you could tell me that, cousin.