_Clinch. jun._ Ay, sir; but the best jest of all is, he knocked out his brains with a hammer--and so he is as dead as a door-nail! ha! ha! ha! _Lady D._ And do you laugh, wretch? _Clinch. jun._ Laugh! ha! ha! ha! let me see e'er a younger brother in England, that won't laugh at such a jest! _Ang._ You appeared a very sober, pious gentleman, some hours ago. _Clinch. jun._ Pshaw! I was a fool then; but now, madam, I'm a wit; I can rake now. As for your part, madam, you might have had me once; but now, madam, if you should fall to eating chalk, or gnawing the sheets, it is none of my fault. Now, madam, I have got an estate, and I must go to the Jubilee. _Enter_ CLINCHER SENIOR, _in a Blanket_. _Clinch. sen._ Must you so, rogue--must ye? You will go to the Jubilee, will you? _Clinch. jun._ A ghost! a ghost! send for the Dean and Chapter presently. _Clinch. sen._ A ghost! No, no, sirrah! I'm an elder brother, rogue. _Clinch. jun._ I don't care a farthing for that; I'm sure you're dead in law. _Clinch. sen._ Why so, sirrah--why so? _Clinch. jun._ Because, sir, I can get a fellow to swear he knocked out your brains. _Sir H._ An odd way of swearing a man out of his life! _Clinch. jun._ Smell him, gentlemen, he has a deadly scent about him. _Clinch. sen._ Truly, the apprehensions of death may have made me savour a little. O lord! the Colonel! The apprehension of him may make the savour worse, I'm afraid. _Clinch. jun._ In short, sir, were you a ghost, or brother, or devil, I will go to the Jubilee, by Jupiter Ammon. _Colonel S._ Go to the Jubilee! go to the bear-garden. Get you to your native plough and cart; converse with animals like yourself, sheep and oxen: men are creatures you don't understand. _Enter a_ SERVANT, _who whispers_ WILDAIR. _Sir H._ Let them alone, colonel, their folly will be now diverting. Come, gentlemen, we'll dispute this point some other time.--Madam, shall I beg you to entertain the company in the next room for a moment? [_To_ LADY DARLING. _Lady D._ With all my heart----Come, gentlemen. [_Exeunt all but_ WILDAIR. _Sir H._ A lady to inquire for me! Who can this be? _Enter_ LADY LUREWELL. Oh, madam, this favour is beyond my expectation--to come uninvited to dance at my wedding.----What d'ye gaze at, madam? _Lady L._ A monster--if thou'rt married, thou'rt the most perjured wretch that e'er avouch'd deceit. _Sir H._ Heyday! Why, madam, I'm sure I never swore to marry you: I made, indeed, a slight promise, upon condition of your granting me a small favour; but you would not consent, you know.