_Sir Jol._ And she made the purest sport now with a young fellow, man, that she met withal accidentally. _Sir Dav._ O Lord, that's worse and worse! a young fellow!--my wife making sport with a young fellow! O Lord! here are doings, here are vagaries! I'll run mad. I'll climb Bow-steeple presently, bestride the dragon, and preach cuckoldom to the whole city. _Sir Jol._ The best of all was, too, that it happened to be an idle coxcomb that pretended to be in love with her, neighbour. _Sir Dav._ Indeed! in love with her! who was it? what's his name? I warrant you won't tell a body--I'll indict him in the Crown-office; no, I'll issue warrants to apprehend him for treason upon the statute of Edward 19. Won't you tell me what young fellow it was? was it a very handsome young fellow, ha? _Sir Jol._ Handsome? yes, hang him; the fellow's handsome enough: he is not very handsome neither, but he has a devilish leering black eye. _Sir Dav._ O Lord! _Sir Jol._ His face too is a good riding face; 'tis no soft effeminate complexion indeed, but his countenance is ruddy, sanguine, and cheerful; a devilish fellow in a corner, I'll warrant him. _Sir Dav._ Bless us! what will become of me? Why the devil did I marry a young wife? Is he very well shaped too, tall, straight, and proportionable, ha? _Sir Jol._ Tall? no, he's not very tall neither, yet he is tall enough too: he's none of your overgrown, lubberly Flanders jades, but more of the true English breed, well-knit, able, and fit for service, old boy; the fellow is well shaped truly, very well proportioned, strong and active. I have seen the rogue leap like a buck. _Sir Dav._ Who can this be? Well, and what think you, friend, has he been there? Come, come, I'm sensible she's a young woman; and I am an old fellow--troth, a very old fellow, I signify little or nothing now. But do you think he has prevailed? am I cuckold, neighbour? _Sir Jol._ Cuckold! what, a cuckold in Covent-garden! no, I'll assure you, I believe her to be the most virtuous woman in the world; but if you had but seen-- _Sir Dav._ Ay, would I had! what was it? _Sir Jol._ How like a rogue she used him: first of all comes me up the spark to her. "Madam," says he--and then he bows down, thus. "How now," says she, "what would the impertinent fellow have?" _Sir Dav._ Humph! ha! well, and what then? _Sir Jol._ "Madam," says he again, bowing as he did before, "my heart is so entirely yours, that except you take pity on my sufferings I must here die at your feet." _Sir Dav._ So, and what said she again, neighbour? ha! _Sir Jol._ "Go, you are a fop." _Sir Dav._ Ha, ha, ha! did she indeed? Did she say so indeed? I am glad on't, troth, I am very glad on't. Well, and what next? And how, and well, and what? ha!