L. Dunce. You always think my company troublesome; you never stay at home to comfort me; what think you I shall do alone by myself all this evening, moping in my chamber? Pray, my joy, stay with me for once.—I hope he won't take me at my word. [Aside.
Sir Dav. I say again and again, tempter, stand off; I will not lose my preferment for my pleasure; honour is towards me, and flesh and blood are my aversion.
L. Dunce. But how long will you stay then?
Sir Dav. I don't know; may be not an hour, may be all night, as his lordship and I think fit; what's that to anybody?
L. Dunce. You are very cruel to me.
Sir Dav. I can't help it; go, get you in, and pass away the time with your neighbour; I'll be back again before I die; in the mean time, be humble and conformable, go.
Re-enter Vermin.
Is the coach ready?
Ver. Yes, sir.