Beau. Surely he does not see us yet.
Four. See you, sir! why he has but one eye, and we are on his blind side; I'll dumb-found him. [Strikes him on the shoulder.
Sir Dav. Who the devil's this? Sir, sir, sir, who are you, sir?
Beau. Ay, ay, 'tis the same; now a pox of all amorous adventures! 'sdeath, I'll go beat the impertinent pimp that drew me into this fooling.
Sir Dav. Sir, methinks you are very curious.
Beau. Sir, perhaps I have an extraordinary reason to be so.
Sir Dav. And perhaps, sir, I care not for you, nor your reasons neither.
Beau. Sir, if you are at leisure, I would beg the honour to speak with you.
Sir Dav. With me, sir? what's your business with me?
Beau. I would not willingly be troublesome, though it may be I am so at this time.