_Beau._ Sir Davy, I am heartily sorry-- _Sir Dav._ O sir, 'tis you I was seeking for, ha, ha, ha!--What shall I say to him now to terrify him? [_Aside._ _Beau._ Me, sir! _Sir Dav._ Ay, you, sir, if your name be Captain Beaugard. [_Aside._] How like a fool he looks already! _Beau._ What you please, sir. _Sir Dav._ Sir, I would speak a word with you, if you think fit.--What shall I do now to keep my countenance? [_Aside._ _Beau._ Can I be so happy, sir, as to be able to serve you in anything? _Sir Dav._ No, sir; ha, ha, ha! I have commands of service to you, sir. O Lord! ha, ha, ha! _Beau._ Me, sir! _Sir Dav._ Ay, sir! you, sir: but put on your hat, friend, put on your hat; be covered. _Beau._ Sir, will you please to sit down on this bank? _Sir Dav._ No, no, there's no need, no need; for all I have a young wife, I can stand upon my legs, sweetheart. _Beau._ Sir, I beseech you. _Sir Dav._ By no means; I think, friend, we had some hard words just now; 'twas about a paltry baggage; but she's a pretty baggage, and a witty baggage, and a baggage that-- _Beau._ Sir, I am heartily ashamed of all misdemeanour on my side. _Sir Dav._ You do well; though are not you a damned whore-master, a devilish cuckold-making fellow? Here, here, do you see this? here's the ring you sent a-roguing; sir, do you think my wife wants anything that you can help her to? Why, I'll warrant this ring cost fifty pounds: what a prodigal fellow are you to throw away so much money! or didst thou steal it, old boy? I'll believe thou mayst be poor; I'll lend thee money upon't, if thou thinkest fit, at thirty in the hundred, because I love thee, ha, ha, ha! _Beau._ Sir, your humble servant. I am sorry 'twas not worth your lady's acceptance. [_Aside._] Now what a dog am I! _Sir Dav._ I should have given it thee before, but, faith, I forgot it, though it was not my wife's fault in the least; for she says, as thou likest this usage, she hopes to have thy custom again, child. Ha, ha, ha! _Beau._ Then, sir, I beseech you tell her, that you have made a convert of me, and that I am so sensible of my insolent behaviour towards her-- _Sir Dav._ Very well, I shall do it. _Beau._ That 'tis impossible I shall ever be at peace with myself, till I find some way how I may make her reparation. _Sir Dav._ Very good, ha, ha, ha! _Beau._ And that if ever she find me guilty of the like offence again-- _Sir Dav._ No, sir, you had best not; but proceed; ha, ha, ha! _Beau._ Let her banish all good opinion of me for ever. _Sir Dav._ No more to be said: your servant; good b'w'ye. _Beau._ One word more, I beseech you, Sir Davy. _Sir Dav._ What's that?