Ran. Yes, yes, but—
Dap. Well, well, will you comply with his sottishness too, and hate brisk things in complaisance to the ignorant dull age? I believe shortly 'twill be as hard to find a patient friend to communicate one's wit to, as a faithful friend to communicate one's secret to. Wit has as few true judges as painting, I see.
Ran. All people pretend to be judges of both.
Dap. Ay, they pretend; but set you aside, and one or two more—
Ran. But why, has Vincent neither courage nor wit?
Dap. He has no courage, because he beat his wench for giving me les doux yeux once; and no wit, because he does not comprehend my thoughts; and he is a son of a whore for his ignorance. I take ignorance worse from any man than the lie, because 'tis as much as to say I am no wit.
Re-enter Vincent.
You need not take any notice, though, to him what I say.
Vin. Ranger, there is a woman below in a coach would speak with you.