Dap. And now the brisk repartee ruins the complaisant cringe, or wise grimace.—Something 'twas, we men of virtue always loved the night.
Ran. O blessed season!
Vin. For good-fellows.
Ran. For lovers.
Dap. And for the Muses.
Ran. When I was a boy I loved the night so well, I had a strong vocation to be a bellman's apprentice.
Vin. I, a drawer.
Dap. And I, to attend the waits of Westminster, let me perish!
Ran. But why do we not do the duty of this and such other places;—walk, censure, and speak ill of all we meet?