LOVEYET. But I don't choose to be convinc'd by you. TRUEMAN. No more than you'll be convinc'd you are sixty years old, I suppose. LOVEYET. Now see there again, see there! isn't this enough to try Job's patience? I'll let you know that my bodily and political Constitutions are both good, sir, both sound alike. TRUEMAN. I know they are. Ha, ha, ha. HUMPHRY. Pray, old gentleman, what sort of things may them same constitutions be? TRUEMAN. Avaunt, thou plebeian, thou ignoramus! HUMPHRY. Why, I lay now I can say that as good as you, for all you're such a fine scholard.--I won't be plain, thou ignorant mouse. TRUEMAN. "_Monstrum horrendum, cui lumen ademptum!_" HUMPHRY. Monstrous memorandums, cu--no, I can't say that; that's too hard for me. Well, what a glorious thing it is for to have good larning. LOVEYET. Sixty odd years indeed! provoking wretch! HUMPHRY. What a bloody passion he's in! TRUEMAN. Pray, Mr. Loveyet, do not anathematize me so;--if you do not civilize your phraseology a little, I must have recourse to a little castigation, for, _necessitas non habet legem_, you know, Mr. Loveyet. LOVEYET. I know nothing about such nonsense, not I. TRUEMAN. You are the most unenlightened, contumacious, litigious, petulant, opprobrious, proditorious, misanthropic mortal I ever confabulated a colloquy with; by the dignity of my profession you are. HUMPHRY. What monstrous queer words he discourses the old fellow with! LOVEYET. Mighty pleasant and witty, by my body; sixty years, forsooth!--But I'll be aveng'd of you.--Your daughter sha'n't have my son--there, sir,--how do you like that? Sixty years, indeed! Ugh, ugh. HUMPHRY. What an old reprobate it is! He swears till he sweats again. TRUEMAN. What an unlucky affair! [_Aside._ LOVEYET. And give me leave to tell you, Mr. Schoolmaster, I was an old--I--I mean--I was a _great_ fool to disparage him so much as to think of the match. TRUEMAN. Illiberal aspersion! But were I as contemptible as you think me, a disastrous war has rendered me so; and as for my child, Providence has placed her above dependence on an unfortunate father: the bequest of a worthy relation has made her, what the world calls, rich; but her mind--is far richer; the most amiable temper, improved by a virtuous and refined education (not to mention her beauty) deservedly makes her the object of general love and respect, and renders your present resolution a matter of perfect indifference to me. LOVEYET. Well, well, so be it; but you never shall be Charles's father-in-law, for all that--that's as fix'd as fate,--you may beg my forgiveness for your faults by and by, but your daughter shall never be mine, I promise you. TRUEMAN. Conceited old sot! [_Exit._ HUMPHRY. He's gone at last. LOVEYET. What brought _you_ here, pray?