Mrs. Mar. Let us go before my father comes; he soon will have the intelligence.
Dap. Stay, let me think a little. [Pauses.
Mrs. Mar. What are you thinking of? you should have thought before this time, or I should have thought rather.
Dap. Peace! peace!
Mrs. Mar. What are you thinking of?
Dap. I am thinking what a wit without vanity is like. He is like—
Mrs. Mar. You do not think we are in a public place, and may be surprised and prevented by my father's scouts!
Dap. What! would you have me lose my thought?
Mrs. Mar. You would rather lose your mistress, it seems.
Dap. He is like—I think I am a sot to-night, let me perish.