SIR OLIVER. What! shall I forget Master Rowley—when I was at his house myself—egad my Brother and I were neither of us very prudent youths—and yet I believe you have not seen many better men than your old master was[.]
ROWLEY. 'Tis this Reflection gives me assurance that Charles may yet be a credit to his Family—but here comes Sir Peter——
SIR OLIVER. Egad so He does—mercy on me—He's greatly altered—and seems to have a settled married look—one may read Husband in his Face at this Distance.—
Enter SIR PETER
SIR PETER. Ha! Sir Oliver—my old Friend—welcome to England—a thousand Times!
SIR OLIVER. Thank you—thank you—Sir Peter—and Efaith I am as glad to find you well[,] believe me—
SIR PETER. Ah! 'tis a long time since we met—sixteen year I doubt Sir Oliver—and many a cross accident in the Time—
SIR OLIVER. Aye I have had my share—but, what[!] I find you are married—hey my old Boy—well—well it can't be help'd—and so I wish you joy with all my heart—
SIR PETER. Thank you—thanks Sir Oliver.—Yes, I have entered into the happy state but we'll not talk of that now.
SIR OLIVER. True true Sir Peter old Friends shouldn't begin on grievances at first meeting. No, no—