_Beau._ Sir, if I might with good manners, I should be glad to inform myself whose picture that is which you have in your hand; methinks it is a very fine painting. _Sir Dav._ Picture, friend, picture! sir, 'tis a resemblance of a very impudent fellow; they call him Captain Beaugard, forsooth, but he is in short a rake-hell, a poor, lousy, beggarly, disbanded devil; do you know him, friend? _Beau._ I think I have heard of such a vagabond: the truth on't is, he is a very impudent fellow. _Sir Dav._ Ay, a damned rogue. _Beau._ Oh, a notorious scoundrel. _Sir Dav._ I expect to hear he's hanged by next sessions. _Beau._ The truth on't is, he has deserved it long ago. But did you ever see him, Sir Davy? _Sir Dav._ Sir!--does he know me? [_Aside._ _Beau._ Because I fancy that miniature is very like him. Pray, sir, whence had it you? _Sir Dav._ Had it, friend? had it? whence had it I? [_Aside._] Bless us! [_Compares the picture with_ BEAUGARD'S _face_.] what have I done now! this is the very traitor himself; if he should be desperate now, and put his sword in my guts!--slitting my nose will be as bad as that, I have but one eye left neither, and may be--Oh, but this is the King's Court; odd, that's well remembered; he dares not but be civil here. I'll try to out-huff him. Whence had it you? _Beau._ Ay, sir, whence had it you? that's English in my country, sir. _Sir Dav._ Go, sir, you are a rascal. _Beau._ How! _Sir Dav._ Sir, I say you are a rascal, a very impudent rascal; nay, I'll prove you to be a rascal, if you go to that-- _Beau._ Sir, I am a gentleman and a soldier. _Sir Dav._ So much the worse; soldiers have been cuckold-makers from the beginning: sir, I care not what you are; for aught I know you may be a--come, sir, did I never see you? Answer me to that; did I never see you? for aught I know you may be a Jesuit; there were more in the last army beside you. _Beau._ Of your acquaintance, and be hanged! _Sir Dav._ Yes, to my knowledge there were several at Hounslow-heath, disguised in dirty petticoats, and cried brandy. I knew a sergeant of foot that was familiar with one of them all night in a ditch, and fancied him a woman; but the devil is powerful. _Beau._ In short, you worthy villain of worship, that picture is mine, and I must have it, or I shall take an opportunity to kick your worship most inhumanly. _Sir Dav._ Kick, sir! _Beau._ Ay, sir, kick; 'tis a recreation I can show you. _Sir Dav._ Sir, I am a free-born subject of England, and there are laws, look you, there are laws; so I say you are a rascal again, and now how will you help yourself, poor fool? _Beau._ Hark you, friend, have not you a wife?