_Beau._ I beg you tell her that the generous reproof she has given me has so wrought upon me-- _Sir Dav._ Well, I will. _Beau._ That I esteem this jewel, not only as a wreck redeemed from my folly, but that for her sake I will preserve it to the utmost moment of my life. _Sir Dav._ With all my heart, I vow and swear. _Beau._ And that I long to convince her I am not the brute she might mistake me for. _Sir Dav._ Right. [_Aside._] Well, this will make the purest sport.--Let me see; first you acknowledge yourself to be a very impudent fellow? _Beau._ I do so, sir. _Sir Dav._ And that you shall never be at rest till you have satisfied my lady? _Beau._ Right, sir. _Sir Dav._ Satisfied her! very good; ha, ha, ha! and that you will never play the fool any more? Be sure you keep your word, friend. _Beau._ Never, sir. _Sir Dav._ And that you will keep that ring for her sake, as long as you live, ha? _Beau._ To the day of my death, I'll assure you. _Sir Dav._ I protest that will be very kindly done. And that you long, mightily long to let her understand that you are another guess fellow than she may take you for? _Beau._ Exactly, sir, this is the sum and end of my desires. _Sir Dav._ Well, I'll take care of your business, I'll do your business, I'll warrant you. [_Aside._] This will make the purest sport when I come home!--Well, your servant; remember, be sure you remember: your servant. [_Exit._ _Beau._ So, now I find a husband is a delicate instrument rightly made use of;--to make her old jealous coxcomb pimp for me himself! I think is as worthy an employment as such a noble consort can be put to. Ah, were ye all such husbands and such wives, We younger brothers should lead better lives. [_Exit._ [Illustration] FOOTNOTES: [35] _i.e._ Cocking his hat. [36] A privy. [37] The verse of Scripture read by criminals to obtain benefit of clergy. [38] _i.e._ Sedan chairs. [39] _i.e._ A strong inclination. The expression occurs in _Hudibras_ and elsewhere. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.--_Outside_ Sir DAVY DUNCE's _House in Covent Garden_. _Enter_ SYLVIA. Sylv. To fall in love, and to fall in love with a soldier! nay, a disbanded soldier too; a fellow with the mark of Cain upon him, which everybody knows him by, and is ready to throw stones at him for. _Enter_ COURTINE. _Cour._ Damn her! I shall never enjoy her without ravishing; if she were but very rich and very ugly, I would marry her. Ay, 'tis she; I know her mischievous look too well to be mistaken in it.--Madam. _Sylv._ Sir. _Cour._ 'Tis a very hard case, that you have resolved not to let me be quiet.