Sir Jasp. [Aside.] So, so; now to mollify, wheedle him.—[Aside to Horner.] Master Horner, will you never keep civil company? methinks 'tis time now, since you are only fit for them. Come, come, man, you must e'en fall to visiting our wives, eating at our tables, drinking tea with our virtuous relations after dinner, dealing cards to 'em, reading plays and gazettes to 'em, picking fleas out of their smocks for 'em, collecting receipts, new songs, women, pages, and footmen for 'em.
Horn. I hope they'll afford me better employment, sir.
Sir Jasp. He! he! he! 'tis fit you know your work before you come into your place. And since you are unprovided of a lady to flatter, and a good house to eat at, pray frequent mine, and call my wife mistress, and she shall call you gallant, according to the custom.
Horn. Who, I?
Sir Jasp. Faith, thou sha't for my sake; come, for my sake only.
Horn. For your sake—
Sir Jasp. Come, come, here's a gamester for you; let him be a little familiar sometimes; nay, what if a little rude? Gamesters may be rude with ladies, you know.
Lady Fid. Yes; losing gamesters have a privilege with women.
Horn. I always thought the contrary, that the winning gamester had most privilege with women; for when you have lost your money to a man, you'll lose anything you have, all you have, they say, and he may use you as he pleases.
Sir Jasp. He! he! he! well, win or lose, you shall have your liberty with her.