_Sylv._ 'Tis very unreasonably done of you, sir, to haunt me up and down everywhere at this scandalous rate; the world will think we are acquainted, shortly. _Cour._ But, madam, I shall fairly take more care of my reputation, and from this time forward shun and avoid you most watchfully. _Sylv._ Have you not haunted this place these two hours? _Cour._ 'Twas because I knew it to be your ladyship's home, then, and therefore might reasonably be the place you least of all frequented; one would imagine you were gone a-coxcomb-hunting by this time, to some place of public appearance or other; 'tis pretty near the hour; 'twill be twilight presently, and then the owls come all abroad. _Sylv._ What need I take the trouble to go so far a-fowling, when there's game enough at our own doors? _Cour._ What, game for your net, fair lady? _Sylv._ Yes, or any woman's net else, that will spread it. _Cour._ To show you how despicably I think of the business, I will here leave you presently, though I lose the pleasure of railing at you. _Sylv._ Do so, I would advise you; your raillery betrays your wit, as bad as your clumsy civility does your breeding. _Cour._ Adieu! _Sylv._ Farewell! _Cour._ Why do not you go about your business? _Sylv._ Because I would be sure to be rid of you first, that you might not dog me. _Cour._ Were it but possible that you could answer me one question truly, and then I should be satisfied. _Sylv._ Any thing for composition to be rid of you handsomely. _Cour._ Are you really very honest? look in my face, and tell me that. _Sylv._ Look in your face and tell you! for what? to spoil my stomach to my supper? _Cour._ No, but to get thee a stomach to thy bed, sweetheart; I would if possible be better acquainted with thee, because thou art very ill-natured. _Sylv._ Your only way to bring that business about effectually, is to be more troublesome; and if you think it worth your while to be abused substantially, you may make your personal appearance this night. _Cour._ How? where? and when? and what hour, I beseech thee? _Sylv._ Under the window, between the hours of eleven and twelve exactly. _Cour._ Where shall these lovely eyes and ears Hear my plaints, and see my tears? _Sylv._ At that kind hour thy griefs shall end, If thou canst know thy foe from thy friend. [_Exit._