_Cour._ Well, and what says the cuckold? is he very kind and good-natured, as cuckolds use to be? _Beau._ Why, he says, Courtine, in short, that I am a very silly fellow--and truly I am very apt to believe him--and that I have been jilted in this affair most unconscionably. A plague on all pimps, I say; a man's business never thrives so well as when he is his own solicitor. _Enter_ Sir JOLLY JUMBLE _and a_ Boy. _Sir Jol._ Hist, hist! Captain! Captain! Captain!--Boy. _Boy._ Sir. _Sir Jol._ Run and get two chairs[38] presently; be sure you get two chairs, sirrah, do you hear? Here's luck, here's luck! now or never, captain; never if not now, captain! here's luck! _Beau._ Sir Jolly, no more adventures, sweet Sir Jolly; I am like to have a very fine time on't truly. _Sir Jol._ The best in the world, dear dog, the very best in the world; 'sbud, she's here hard by, man; stays on purpose for thee, finely disguised. The cuckold has lost her too; and nobody, knows anything of the matter but I, nobody but I; and I, you must know, I am I, ha! and I, you little toad, ha! _Beau._ You are a very fine gentleman. _Sir Jol._ The best-natured fellow in the world, I believe, of my years! Now does my heart so thump for fear this business should miscarry: why, I'll warrant thee the lady is here, man; she's all thy own; 'tis thy own fault if thou art not in _terra incognita_ within this half-hour: come along, pr'ythee come along; fie for shame! what, make a lady lose her longing! come along, I say, you--out upon't! _Beau._ Sir, your humble, I shan't stir. _Sir Jol._ What, not go? _Beau._ No, sir, no lady for me. _Sir Jol._ Not go! I should laugh at that, faith! _Beau._ No, I will assure you, not go, sir. _Sir Jol._ Away, you wag! you jest, you jest, you wag; not go, quoth-a? _Beau._ No, sir, not go, I tell you; what the devil would you have more? _Sir Jol._ Nothing, nothing, sir, but I am a gentleman. _Beau._ With all my heart. _Sir Jol._ And do you think then that I'll be used thus? _Beau._ Sir! _Sir Jol._ Take away my reputation, and take away my life: I shall be disgraced for ever. _Beau._ I have not wronged you, Sir Jolly. _Sir Jol._ Not wronged me! but you shall find you have wronged me, and wronged a sweet lady, and a fine lady--I shall never be trusted again! never have employment more! I shall die of the spleen.--Pr'ythee now be good-natured, pr'ythee be persuaded; odd, I'll give thee this ring, I'll give thee this watch, 'tis gold; I'll give thee anything in the world; go. _Beau._ Not one foot, sir. _Sir Jol._ Now that I durst but murder him!--Well, shall I fetch her to thee? what shall I do for thee? _Enter_ Lady DUNCE.