Fid. Ay, sir; but will you be sure to remember that?
Man. Did I ever break my word? Go, no more replies, or doubts. [Exit Fidelia.
Enter Freeman.
Where hast thou been?
Free. In the next room with my Lord Plausible and Novel.
Man. Ay, we came hither, because 'twas a private house; but with thee indeed no house can be private, for thou hast that pretty quality of the familiar fops of the town, who, in an eating-house, always keep company with all people in't but those they came with.
Free. I went into their room, but to keep them, and my own fool the squire, out of your room; but you shall be peevish now, because you have no money. But why the devil won't you write to those we were speaking of? Since your modesty, or your spirit, will not suffer you to speak to 'em, to lend you money, why won't you try 'em at last that way?
Man. Because I know 'em already, and can bear want better than denials, nay, than obligations.
Free. Deny you! they cannot. All of 'em have been your intimate friends.
Man. No, they have been people only I have obliged particularly.