Is it your own? I swear I thought ’twas old.
Thra. Why, did you ever hear it?
Gnat. Very often;
And reckon’d admirable.
Thra. ’Tis my own.
Gnat. And yet ’twas pity to be so severe
On a young fellow, and a gentleman.
Par. Ah! devil take you! (Aside.)
Gnat. What became of him?
Thra. It did for him. The company were all