Sir Jol. Indeed!
Sir Dav. Ay, ay—
Enter Lady Dunce, paying her Chairman.
Chair. God bless you, madam, thank your honour!
Sir Jol. Hush, hush! there's my lady. I'll be gone, I'll not be seen; your humble servant, God b'w'ye.
Sir Dav. No faith, Sir Jolly, e'en go into my house now, and stay supper with me, we ha'n't supped together a great while.
Sir Jol. Ha! say you so? I don't care if I do, faith, with all my heart; this may give me an opportunity to set all things right again. [Aside.
Sir Dav. My dear!
L. Dunce. Sir!
Sir Dav. You have been abroad, my dear, I see.