Fri. One that thinks himself much honour’d in being stiled his Friend.
Sum. I have often heard your Name indeed before; but till now Fortune never afforded me the sight of you.
Fri. You of all Men ought to bless Fortune, who still has been indulgent to you on all Occasions; and scatter’d her Favours on you, with as prodigal a Hand as thô you were her sole Care and only Minion.
Sum. What mean you, Sir? Again you exceed the Bounds of Love and Friendship; I never thought any of Bonvil’s Friends cou’d be guilty of so base and vile a thing as Flattery: But, pray, unfold your meaning.
Fri. ’Tis this; I just now saw you part with the Bride, with such courteous Actions, as spoke no small Esteem in her kind Favour; and therein I think you the happiest of Men.
Sum. How!
Fri. Mistake me not, I only as a Friend applaud your Happiness, bless the Influence of your kinder Stars, and praise your Fortune that hath given you this sweet Occasion.
Sum. What Occasion, Sir?
Fri. Of being serviceable to the fair Virgin Bride in her extreamest need, after her being so unkindly left, nay, on her Wedding Day, by an ungrateful Husband, in doing her those neglected Duties, her Youth and Beauty justly did demand.
Sum. On my Life some Plot against the Bride: I’ll sound him ’till I find the very Bottom—[Aside.]—Sir, you are merry: But suppose the Case your own, wou’d you have miss’d so tempting an Occasion?