Sir Dav. But henceforward behave yourself with such discretion as becomes a gentleman.
Beau. Oh, to be sure, most exactly!
Sir Dav. And let her alone to make the best use of those innocent freedoms I allow her, without putting her reputation in hazard.
Beau. As how, I beseech you?
Sir Dav. By your impertinent and unseasonable address.
Beau. And this news you bring me by a particular commission from your sweet lady?
Sir Dav. Yea, friend, I do; and she hopes you'll be sensible, dear heart, of her good meaning by it: these were her very words, I neither add nor diminish, for plain-dealing is my mistress's friend.
Beau. Then all the curses I shall think on this twelvemonth light on her, and as many more on the next fool that gives credit to the sex!
Sir Dav. Well, certainly I am the happiest toad! How melancholy the monkey stands now! Poor pug, hast thou lost her?
Beau. To be so sordid a jilt, to betray me to such a beast as that! Can she have any good thoughts of such a swine? Damn her, had she abused me handsomely it had never vexed me.