Vic. Yes, sir,
This saddle’s pad, (showing Lope,) or, if you like, the beast
That bears the saddle—or, by another rule,—
That where the cat jumps also goes her tail.
Lope (to his father). You see, sir, in such godly company
I must repent.
Vic. Why, devil take ’t—
Urr. What, swearing?
Vic. But some poor relic of our former life
That yet will stick. Madam, permit me,