Beau. To the day of my death, I'll assure you.
Sir Dav. I protest that will be very kindly done. And that you long, mightily long to let her understand that you are another guess fellow than she may take you for?
Beau. Exactly, sir, this is the sum and end of my desires.
Sir Dav. Well, I'll take care of your business, I'll do your business, I'll warrant you. [Aside.] This will make the purest sport when I come home!—Well, your servant; remember, be sure you remember: your servant. [Exit.
Beau. So, now I find a husband is a delicate instrument rightly made use of;—to make her old jealous coxcomb pimp for me himself! I think is as worthy an employment as such a noble consort can be put to.
Ah, were ye all such husbands and such wives,
We younger brothers should lead better lives. [Exit.
FOOTNOTES:
[35] i.e. Cocking his hat.