Spi. Pray, good Mr. Dotterell.
Dot. Nay, nay, Mr. Spider, I'll never be outdone in civility; you must pardon me, indeed, sir.
Spi. Nay, sir.
Dot. Nay, sir.
Spi. Nay, sir.
Dot. Nay, nay, nay, sir, if you go to that. [Turns aside.
Spi. Nay, but, good sir—excuse me, sir. [Turning another way.
Dot. Oh, Mr. Spider, your servant for that, sir. [Takes him up in his arms.
Spi. Sir, you conquer me beyond expression; sir, you run away with me.
Dot. Indeed, sir, I must say you are a very easy gentleman; you are carried away with the least civility, look you, sir; for——[Carrying him backwards and forwards.