_Sir Jol._ "Madam," says he, "this won't do; I am your humble servant for all this; you may pretend to be as ill-natured as you please, but I shall make bold." _Sir Dav._ Was there ever such an impudent fellow? _Sir Jol._ With that, "Sirrah," says she, "you are a saucy jackanapes, and I'll have you kicked." _Sir Dav._ Ha, ha, ha! Well, I would not be unmarried again to be an angel. _Sir Jol._ But the best jest of all was, who this should be at last. _Sir Dav._ Ay, who indeed! I'll warrant you some silly fellow or other, poor fool! _Sir Jol._ E'en a scandalous rakehell, that lingers up and down the town by the name of Captain Beaugard; but he has been a bloody cuckold-making scoundrel in his time. _Sir Dav._ Hang him, sot, is it he? I don't value him this, not a wet finger, man. To my knowledge she hates him, she scorns him, neighbour; I know it, I am very well satisfied in the point; besides, I have seen him since that, and out-hectored him: I am to tell her from his own mouth, that he promises never to affront her more. _Sir Jol._ Indeed! _Sir Dav._ Ay, ay-- _Enter_ Lady DUNCE, _paying her_ Chairman. _Chair._ God bless you, madam, thank your honour! _Sir Jol._ Hush, hush! there's my lady. I'll be gone, I'll not be seen; your humble servant, God b'w'ye. _Sir Dav._ No faith, Sir Jolly, e'en go into my house now, and stay supper with me, we ha'n't supped together a great while. _Sir Jol._ Ha! say you so? I don't care if I do, faith, with all my heart; this may give me an opportunity to set all things right again. [_Aside._ _Sir Dav._ My dear! _L. Dunce._ Sir! _Sir Dav._ You have been abroad, my dear, I see. _L. Dunce._ Only for a little air; truly I was almost stifled within doors; I hope you will not be angry, Sir Davy, will you? _Sir Dav._ Angry, child! no, child, not I; what should I be angry for? _L. Dunce._ I wonder, Sir Davy, you will serve me at this rate. Did you not promise to go in my behalf to Beaugard, and correct him according to my instructions for his insolence? _Sir Dav._ So I did, child; I have been with him, sweetheart; I have told him all to a tittle; I gave him back again the picture too: but, as the devil would have it, I forgot the ring--faith, I did. _L. Dunce._ Did you purpose, Sir Sodom, to render me ridiculous to the man I abominate? what scandalous interpretation, think you, must he make of my retaining any trifle of his, sent me on so dishonourable terms! _Sir Dav._ Really, my lamb, thou art in the right; yet I went back afterwards, dear heart, and did the business to some purpose. _L. Dunce._ I am glad that you did, with all my heart. _Sir Dav._ I gave him his lesson, I'll warrant him.