Serv. Mr. Ranger, sir, is coming up.
Vin. What brings him now? he comes to lie with me.
Val. Who, Ranger?
Vin. Yes. Pray retire a little, till I send him off:—unless you have a mind to have your arrival published to-morrow in the coffee houses. [Valentine retires to the door behind.
Enter Ranger.
Ran. What! not yet a-bed? your man is laying you to sleep with usquebaugh or brandy; is he not so?
Vin. What punk[35] will not be troubled with you to-night, therefore I am?—is it not so?
Ran. I have been turned out of doors, indeed, just now, by a woman,—but such a woman, Vincent!
Vin. Yes, yes, your women are always such women!
Ran. A neighbour of yours, and I'm sure the finest you have.