Man. And most beautiful!—[Sighs aside.
Fid. Most ungrateful woman that ever lived; for sure she must be so, that could desert you so soon, use you so basely, and so lately too: do not, do not forget it, sir, and think—
Man. No, I will not forget it, but think of revenge; I will lie with her out of revenge. Go, begone, and prevail for me, or never see me more.
Fid. You scorned her last night.
Man. I know not what I did last night; I dissembled last night.
Fid. Heavens!
Man. Begone, I say, and bring me love or compliance back, or hopes at least, or I'll never see thy face again, by—
Fid. O, do not swear, sir! first hear me.
Man. I'm impatient, away! you'll find me here till twelve. [Turns away.
Fid. Sir—