L. Dunce. Only for a little air; truly I was almost stifled within doors; I hope you will not be angry, Sir Davy, will you?
Sir Dav. Angry, child! no, child, not I; what should I be angry for?
L. Dunce. I wonder, Sir Davy, you will serve me at this rate. Did you not promise to go in my behalf to Beaugard, and correct him according to my instructions for his insolence?
Sir Dav. So I did, child; I have been with him, sweetheart; I have told him all to a tittle; I gave him back again the picture too: but, as the devil would have it, I forgot the ring—faith, I did.
L. Dunce. Did you purpose, Sir Sodom, to render me ridiculous to the man I abominate? what scandalous interpretation, think you, must he make of my retaining any trifle of his, sent me on so dishonourable terms!
Sir Dav. Really, my lamb, thou art in the right; yet I went back afterwards, dear heart, and did the business to some purpose.
L. Dunce. I am glad that you did, with all my heart.
Sir Dav. I gave him his lesson, I'll warrant him.
L. Dunce. Lesson! what lesson had you to give him?
Sir Dav. Why, I told him as he liked that usage he might come again; ha, ha, ha!