Nov. A pox, there goes a fellow owes me a hundred pounds, and goes out of town to-morrow: I'll speak with him, and come to you presently. [Exit.
Man. No, but you won't.
Free. You are dexterously rid of him.
Re-enter Major Oldfox.
Man. To what purpose, since here comes another as impertinent? I know by his grin he is bound hither.
Old. Your servant, worthy, noble captain. Well, I have left the widow, because she carried me from your company: for, faith, captain, I must needs tell thee thou art the only officer in England, who was not an Edgehill officer, that I care for.
Man. I'm sorry for't.
Old. Why, wouldst thou have me love them?
Man. Anybody rather than me.
Old. What! you are modest, I see; therefore, too, I love thee.