Sir Dav. Sir!—does he know me? [Aside.
Beau. Because I fancy that miniature is very like him. Pray, sir, whence had it you?
Sir Dav. Had it, friend? had it? whence had it I? [Aside.] Bless us! [Compares the picture with Beaugard's face.] what have I done now! this is the very traitor himself; if he should be desperate now, and put his sword in my guts!—slitting my nose will be as bad as that, I have but one eye left neither, and may be—Oh, but this is the King's Court; odd, that's well remembered; he dares not but be civil here. I'll try to out-huff him. Whence had it you?
Beau. Ay, sir, whence had it you? that's English in my country, sir.
Sir Dav. Go, sir, you are a rascal.
Beau. How!
Sir Dav. Sir, I say you are a rascal, a very impudent rascal; nay, I'll prove you to be a rascal, if you go to that—
Beau. Sir, I am a gentleman and a soldier.
Sir Dav. So much the worse; soldiers have been cuckold-makers from the beginning: sir, I care not what you are; for aught I know you may be a—come, sir, did I never see you? Answer me to that; did I never see you? for aught I know you may be a Jesuit; there were more in the last army beside you.