La G. And will clamber a pyramid in scent of's female.
De L. The wenches swear, he kisses like a giant still;
And will ride his heats as cleanly as a dieted
Gelding. Let's fall in. Signior Silliman!
My best wishes kiss your hand.
La G. Continue me worthy of the title of your servant, sir.
Sil. I am very glad to see you well; and hope you are
In good health and sound, gentlemen.
La G. And when shall's draw cuts again for a
Wench, signior, ha?
Sil. Your pleasure [is] to say so.
De L. The slave's rose-drunk, o' my life.
Sil. Please you to take notice of my worthy friend here.
De L. Your admirer, sir. [Salutes Messenger.
La G. Slave to your sedan, sir.