You vagabond!—D’ye fancy we don’t know you?
You, and your fine proceedings?
Phor. You provoke me.
Dem. Why, would you marry her, if proffer’d?
Phor. Try me.
Dem. What! that my son may keep her privately
At your house?—That was your intention.
Phor. Ha!
What say you, Sir?
Dem. Give me my money, Sirrah!