Mrs. Mar. Nay, I am ready, but—
Sir Sim. Come, come, Sir Simon Addleplot, poor gentleman, is an impatient man, to my knowledge.
Mrs. Mar. Well, my venture is great, I'm sure, for a man I know not. But pray, Jonas, do not deceive me; is he so fine a gentleman, as you say he is?
Sir Sim. Pish! pish! he is the—gentleman of the town, faith and troth.
Mrs. Mar. But may I take your word, Jonas?
Sir Sim. 'Tis not my word, 'tis the word of all the town.
Mrs. Mar. Excuse me, Jonas, for that:—I never heard any speak well of him but Mr. Dapperwit and you.
Sir Sim. That's because he has been a rival to all men, and a gallant to all ladies. Rivals and deserted mistresses never speak well of a man.
Mrs. Mar. Has he been so general in his amours? his kindness is not to be valued then.
Sir Sim. The more by you; because 'tis for you he deserts all the rest, faith and troth.