Beau. That 'tis impossible I shall ever be at peace with myself, till I find some way how I may make her reparation.
Sir Dav. Very good, ha, ha, ha!
Beau. And that if ever she find me guilty of the like offence again—
Sir Dav. No, sir, you had best not; but proceed; ha, ha, ha!
Beau. Let her banish all good opinion of me for ever.
Sir Dav. No more to be said: your servant; good b'w'ye.
Beau. One word more, I beseech you, Sir Davy.
Sir Dav. What's that?
Beau. I beg you tell her that the generous reproof she has given me has so wrought upon me—
Sir Dav. Well, I will.