Cour. But, friend Beaugard, methinks thou art very splenetic of a sudden: how goes the affair of love forward? prosperously, ha?
Beau. Oh, I assure you most triumphantly; just now, you must know, I am parted with the sweet, civil, enchanted lady's husband.
Cour. Well, and what says the cuckold? is he very kind and good-natured, as cuckolds use to be?
Beau. Why, he says, Courtine, in short, that I am a very silly fellow—and truly I am very apt to believe him—and that I have been jilted in this affair most unconscionably. A plague on all pimps, I say; a man's business never thrives so well as when he is his own solicitor.
Enter Sir Jolly Jumble and a Boy.
Sir Jol. Hist, hist! Captain! Captain! Captain!—Boy.
Boy. Sir.
Sir Jol. Run and get two chairs[38] presently; be sure you get two chairs, sirrah, do you hear? Here's luck, here's luck! now or never, captain; never if not now, captain! here's luck!
Beau. Sir Jolly, no more adventures, sweet Sir Jolly; I am like to have a very fine time on't truly.
Sir Jol. The best in the world, dear dog, the very best in the world; 'sbud, she's here hard by, man; stays on purpose for thee, finely disguised. The cuckold has lost her too; and nobody, knows anything of the matter but I, nobody but I; and I, you must know, I am I, ha! and I, you little toad, ha!