Man. Sport with him! A pox! then, why did you not stay? You should have enjoyed your coxcomb, and had him to yourself for me.
Free. No, I should not have cared for him without you neither; for the pleasure which fops afford is like that of drinking, only good when 'tis shared; and a fool, like a bottle, which would make you merry in company, will make you dull alone. But how the devil could you turn a man of his quality down stairs? You use a lord with very little ceremony, it seems.
Man. A lord! What, thou art one of those who esteem men only by the marks and value fortune has set upon 'em, and never consider intrinsic worth! but counterfeit honour will not be current with me: I weigh the man, not his title; 'tis not the king's stamp can make the metal better or heavier. Your lord is a leaden shilling, which you bend every way, and debases the stamp he bears, instead of being raised by it.—Here again, you slaves!
Re-enter Sailors.
1st Sail. Only to receive farther instructions, an't like your honour.—What if a man should bring you money, should we turn him back?
Man. All men, I say: must I be pestered with you too?—You dogs, away!
2nd Sail. Nay, I know one man your honour would not have us hinder coming to you, I'm sure.
Man. Who's that? speak quickly, slaves.
2nd Sail. Why, a man that should bring you a challenge. For though you refuse money, I'm sure you love fighting too well to refuse that.
Man. Rogue! rascal! dog! [Kicks the Sailors out.