Four. What answer will your worship charge me back withal?
Sir Dav. Let his lordship know that I am amazed and confounded at his generosity; and that I am so transported with the honour he does me, that I will not fail to wait on him in the roasting of an egg.
Four. I am your worship's lowly slave. [Exit.
Sir Dav. Vermin, go get the coach ready; get me the gold medal too and chain, which I took from the Roman Catholic officer for a popish relic [Exit Vermin.] I'll be fine, I'll shine, and drink wine that's divine. My lord mayor invite me to supper!
L. Dunce. My dearest, I'm glad to see thee returned in safety, from the bottom of my heart: hast thou seen the traitor?
Sir Dav. Seen him! hang him, I have seen him: pox on him, seen him!
L. Dunce. Well, and what is become of him? where is he?
Sir Dav. Why dost thou ask me where he is? What a pox care I what becomes of him? Pr'ythee don't trouble me with thy impertinence; I am busy.
L. Dunce. You are not angry, my dear, are you?
Sir Dav. No, but I am pleased, and that's all one; very much pleased, let me tell you but that; I am only to sup with my lord mayor, that's all; nothing else in the world, only the business of the nation calls upon me, that's all; therefore, once more I say, don't be troublesome, but stand off.