Har. I grant it; love will still be uppermost.
Horn. Come, for my part, I will have only those glorious manly pleasures of being very drunk and very slovenly.
Enter Boy.
Boy. Mr. Sparkish is below, sir. [Exit.
Har. What, my dear friend! a rogue that is fond of me only, I think, for abusing him.
Dor. No, he can no more think the men laugh at him than that women jilt him; his opinion of himself is so good.
Horn. Well, there's another pleasure by drinking I thought not of,—I shall lose his acquaintance, because he cannot drink: and you know 'tis a very hard thing to be rid of him; for he's one of those nauseous offerers at wit, who, like the worst fiddlers, run themselves into all companies.
Har. One that, by being in the company of men of sense, would pass for one.
Horn. And may so to the short-sighted world; as a false jewel amongst true ones is not discerned at a distance. His company is as troublesome to us as a cuckold's when you have a mind to his wife's.