Sir Dav. Ha, ha, ha! did she indeed? Did she say so indeed? I am glad on't, troth, I am very glad on't. Well, and what next? And how, and well, and what? ha!
Sir Jol. "Madam," says he, "this won't do; I am your humble servant for all this; you may pretend to be as ill-natured as you please, but I shall make bold."
Sir Dav. Was there ever such an impudent fellow?
Sir Jol. With that, "Sirrah," says she, "you are a saucy jackanapes, and I'll have you kicked."
Sir Dav. Ha, ha, ha! Well, I would not be unmarried again to be an angel.
Sir Jol. But the best jest of all was, who this should be at last.
Sir Dav. Ay, who indeed! I'll warrant you some silly fellow or other, poor fool!
Sir Jol. E'en a scandalous rakehell, that lingers up and down the town by the name of Captain Beaugard; but he has been a bloody cuckold-making scoundrel in his time.
Sir Dav. Hang him, sot, is it he? I don't value him this, not a wet finger, man. To my knowledge she hates him, she scorns him, neighbour; I know it, I am very well satisfied in the point; besides, I have seen him since that, and out-hectored him: I am to tell her from his own mouth, that he promises never to affront her more.