L. Dunce. But will you be so kind to me to answer my desires? will you once more endeavour to make that traitor sensible that I have too just an esteem of you not to value his addresses as they deserve?
Sir Dav. Ay, ay, I will.
L. Dunce. But don't stay away too long, dear; make what haste you can; I shall be in pain till I see you again.
Sir Dav. My dear, my love, my babby, I'll be with thee in a moment. How happy am I above the rest of men! Neighbour, dear neighbour, walk in with my wife, and keep her company till I return again. Child, don't be troubled, pr'ythee don't be troubled.—Was there ever such a wife? well, da, da, da: don't be troubled, pr'ythee don't be troubled, pr'ythee don't be troubled, da, da. [Exeunt Sir Davy and Vermin.
L. Dunce. Sir Jolly, Sir Jolly, Sir Jolly.
Sir Jol. Don't be troubled, pr'ythee don't be troubled, da, da.
L. Dunce. But, Sir Jolly, can you guess whereabout my wandering officer may be probably found now?
Sir Jol. Found, lady? he is to be found, madam—he is to be at my house presently, lady; he's certainly one of the finest fellows in the world.
L. Dunce. You speak like a friend, Sir Jolly.
Sir Jol. His friend, lady? no, madam, his foe, his utter enemy; I shall be his ruin, I shall undo him.