Sir _Cred._ Ah, how often has she carry’d me upon these Shoes to Mother _Jumbles_; thou remember’st her handsome Daughter, and what pure Ale she brew’d; between one and t’other my Rent came short home there; but let that pass too, and hang sorrow, as thou sayst, I have something else to think on. [Takes his things out, lays them upon the Table. And, _Curry_, as soon as I am drest, go you away to St. _Clement’s Church-yard_, to _Jackson_ the Cobler there. _Cur._ What, your Dog-tutor, Sir? Sir _Cred._ Yes, and see how my Whelp proves, I put to him last Parliament. _Cur._ Yes, Sir. Enter _Leander_, and starts back seeing Sir _Cred._ Sir _Cred._ And ask him what Gamesters come to the Ponds now adays, and what good Dogs. _Cur._ Yes, Sir. _Lean._ This is the Beast _Lodwick_ spoke of; how could I laugh were he design’d for any but _Lucretia!_ [Aside. Sir _Cred._ And dost hear, ask him if he have not sold his own Dog _Diver_ with the white Ear; if I can purchase him, and my own Dog prove right, I’ll be Duke of Ducking-Pond, ads zoz. [Sir _Cred._ dresses himself. Well, I think I shall be fine anon, he. _Cur._ But zo, zo, Sir, as the saying is, this Suit’s a little out of fashion, ‘twas made that very year I came to your Worship, which is five Winters, and as many Summers. Sir _Cred._ What then Mun, I never wear it, but when I go to be drunk, and give my Voice for a Knight o’th’ Shire, and here at _London_ in Term time, and that but eight times in Eight Visits to Eight several Ladies to whom I was recommended. _Cur._ I wonder that amongst eight you got not one, Sir. Sir _Cred._ Eight! Zoz, I had Eight score, Mun; but the Devil was in ’.m, they were all so forward, that before I cou’d seal and deliver, whip, quoth _Jethro_, they were either all married to some body else, or run quite away; so that I am resolv’d if this same _Lucretia_ proves not right, I’ll e’en forswear this Town and all their false Wares, amongst which, zoz, I believe they vent as many false Wives as any _Metropolitan_ in Christendom, I’ll say that for’t, and a Fiddle for’t, i’faith:--come give me my Watch out,--so, my Diamond Rings too: so, I think I shall appear pretty well all together, _Curry_, hah? _Lean._ Like some thing monstrously ridiculous, I’ll be sworn. [Aside. _Cur._ Here’s your Purse of broad Gold, Sir, that your Grandmother gave you to go a wooing withal, I mean to shew, Sir. Sir _Cred._ Ay, for she charg’d me never to part with it;--so, now for the Ladies. [Shakes his Ribbons. Enter _Lodwick_. _Lod._ _Leander_, what mak’st thou here, like a Holy-day Fool gazing at a Monster? _Lean._ Yes; And one I hope I have no great reason to fear. _Lod._ I am of thy opinion; away, my Mother’s coming; take this opportunity with my Sister, she’s i’th’ Garden, and let me alone with this Fool, for an Entertainment that shall shew him all at once: away-- [Exit _Lean._ [_Lod._ goes in to Sir _Cred._