Ver. Yes, yes.
Man. Thou wouldst laugh, if thou knewest but all the circumstances of my having her. Come, I'll tell thee.
Ver. Damn her! I care not to hear any more of her.
Man. Faith, thou shalt. You must know—
Re-enter Freeman backwards, endeavouring to keep out Novel, Lord Plausible, Jerry Blackacre, and Major Oldfox, who all press upon him.
Free. I tell you he has a wench with him, and would be private.
Man. Damn 'em! a man can't open a bottle in these eating-houses, but presently you have these impudent, intruding, buzzing flies and insects in your glass.—Well, I'll tell thee all anon. In the mean time prithee go to her, but not from me, and try if you can get her to lend me but a hundred pounds of my money, to supply my present wants; for I suppose there is no recovering any of it by law.
Ver. Not any: think not of it. Nor by this way neither.
Man. Go try, at least.
Ver. I'll go; but I can satisfy you beforehand it will be to no purpose. You'll no more find a refunding wench—