A plague on him, that sneer is ominous to us; he is coming upon us, and we shall not be rid of him.
Nov. Dear bully, don't look so grum upon me; you told me just now, you had forgiven me a little harmless raillery upon wooden legs last night.
Man. Yes, yes, pray begone, I am talking of business.
Nov. Can't I hear it? I love thee, and will be faithful, and always—
Man. Impertinent. 'Tis business that concerns Freeman only.
Nov. Well, I love Freeman too, and would not divulge his secret.—Prithee speak, prithee, I must—
Man. Prithee let me be rid of thee, I must be rid of thee.
Nov. Faith, thou canst hardly, I love thee so. Come, I must know the business.
Man. [Aside.] So, I have it now.—[Aloud.] Why, if you needs will know it, he has a quarrel, and his adversary bids him bring two friends with him: now, I am one, and we are thinking who we shall have for a third. [Several cross the stage.