Sir Dav. Yes, with you, my no-friend.
Beau. Sir Davy, my intimate, my bosom-physician!
Sir Dav. Ah, rogue! damned rogue!
Beau. My confessor, my dearest friend I ever had!
Sir Dav. Dainty wheedle, here's a fellow for ye!
Beau. One that has taught me to be in love with virtue, and shown me the ugly inside of my follies.
Sir Dav. Sir, your humble servant.
Beau. Is that all? if you are as cold in your love as you are in your friendship, Sir Davy, your lady has the worst time on't of any one in Christendom.
Sir Dav. So she has, sir, when she cannot be free from the impudent solicitations of such fellows as you are, sir.