Sir Dav. It may be so too, sir.
Beau. But to be known to so worthy a person as you are, would be so great an honour, so extraordinary a happiness, that I could not avoid taking this opportunity of tendering you my service.
Sir Dav. [Aside.] Smooth rogue! who the devil is this fellow? But, sir, you were pleased to nominate business, sir; I desire with what speed you can to know your business, sir, that I may go about my business.
Beau. Sir, if I might with good manners, I should be glad to inform myself whose picture that is which you have in your hand; methinks it is a very fine painting.
Sir Dav. Picture, friend, picture! sir, 'tis a resemblance of a very impudent fellow; they call him Captain Beaugard, forsooth, but he is in short a rake-hell, a poor, lousy, beggarly, disbanded devil; do you know him, friend?
Beau. I think I have heard of such a vagabond: the truth on't is, he is a very impudent fellow.
Sir Dav. Ay, a damned rogue.
Beau. Oh, a notorious scoundrel.
Sir Dav. I expect to hear he's hanged by next sessions.
Beau. The truth on't is, he has deserved it long ago. But did you ever see him, Sir Davy?