Enter Sir Simon Addleplot in the dress of a Clerk.—Ranger retires to the background.
Sir Sim. Have I found you? have I found you in your by-walks, faith and troth? I am almost out of breath in following you. Gentlemen when they get into an alley walk so fast, as if they had more earnest business there than in the broad streets.
Dap. [Aside.]—How came this sot hither? Fortune has sent him to ease my choler.—You impudent rascal, who are you, that dare intrude thus on us? [Strikes him.
Sir Sim. Don't you know me, Dapperwit? sure you know me. [Softly.
Dap. Will thou dishonour me with thy acquaintance too? thou rascally, insolent, pen-and-ink man. [Strikes him again.
Sir Sim. Oh! oh! sure you know me! pray know me. [Softly.
Dap. By thy saucy familiarity, thou shouldst be a marker at a tennis-court, a barber, or a slave that fills coffee.
Sir Sim. Oh! oh!
Dap. What art thou? [Kicks him.