Fid. How welcome were that kind word too, if it were not for another woman's sake! [Aside.
Man. What, won't you speak? You prevailed for me at last, you say?
Fid. No, sir.
Man. No more of your fooling, sir: it will not agree with my impatience or temper.
Fid. Then not to fool you, sir, I spoke to her for you, but prevailed for myself; she would not hear me when I spoke in your behalf, but bid me say what I would in my own, though she gave me no occasion, she was so coming, and so was kinder, sir, than you could wish; which I was only afraid to let you know, without some warning.
Man. How's this? Young man, you are of a lying age; but I must hear you out, and if—
Fid. I would not abuse you, and cannot wrong her by any report of her, she is so wicked.
Man. How, wicked! had she the impudence, at the second sight of you only—
Fid. Impudence, sir! oh, she has impudence enough to put a court out of countenance, and debauch a stews.
Man. Why, what said she?