Though it be the fashion for women of quality to sing any song whatever, because the words are not distinguished, yet I should have blushed to have done it now, but for you, sir.
Ran. The song is edifying, the voice admirable—and, once more, I am your servant, madam.
L. Flip. What, will you go too, Mr Dapperwit?
Sir Sim. Pray, Mr. Dapperwit, do not you go too.
Dap. I am engaged.
Sir Sim. Well, if we cannot have their company, we will not have their room: ours is a private backroom; they have paid their reckoning, let's go thither again.
L. Flip. But pray, sweet Mr. Dapperwit, do not go. Keep him, Sir Simon.
Sir Sim. I cannot keep him. [Exeunt Vincent, Ranger, and Dapperwit.
It is impossible; (the world is so;)
One cannot keep one's friend, and mistress too. [Exeunt.