_L. Dunce._ Lesson! what lesson had you to give him? _Sir Dav._ Why, I told him as he liked that usage he might come again; ha, ha, ha! _L. Dunce._ Ay, and so let him. _Sir Dav._ With all my heart, I'll give him free leave, or hang me; though thou wouldst not imagine how the poor devil's altered. La you there now, but as certainly as I stand here, that man is troubled that he swears he shall not rest day nor night till he has satisfied thee; pr'ythee be satisfied with him if 'tis possible, my dear, pr'ythee do. I promised him, before I left him, to tell thee as much: for the poor wretch looks so simply, I could not choose but pity him, I vow and swear, ha, ha, ha! _Sir Jol._ Now, now, you little witch! now, you chitsface! Odd, I could find in my heart to put my little finger in your bubbies. _L. Dunce._ Sir Davy, I must tell you, that I cannot but resent your so soon reconcilement with a man that I hate worse than death, and that if you loved me with half that tenderness which you profess, you would not forget an affront so palpably and so basely offered me. _Sir Dav._ Why, chicken, where's the remedy? What's to be done? How wouldst thou have me deal with him? _L. Dunce._ Cut his throat. _Sir Dav._ Bless us for ever! cut his throat! what, do murder? _L. Dunce._ Murder! yes, anything to such an incorrigible enemy of your honour, one that has resolved to persist in abusing of you. See here this letter, this I received since I last parted with you; just now it was thrown into my chair by an impudent lackey of his, kept o' purpose for such employments. _Sir Dav._ Let me see: a letter, indeed!--"For the Lady Dunce": damned rogue, treacherous dog, what can he say in the inside now? here's a villain! _L. Dunce._ Yes, you had best break it open, you had so; 'tis like the rest of your discretion. _Sir Dav._ Lady, if I have an enemy, it is best for me to know what mischief he intends me; therefore, with your leave, I will break it open. _L. Dunce._ Do, do, to have him believe that I was pleased enough with it to do it myself: if you have the spirit of a gentleman in you, carry it back, and dash it, as it is, in the face of that audacious fellow. _Sir Jol._ What can be the meaning of this now? _Sir Dav._ A gentleman! yes, madam, I am a gentleman, and the world shall find that I am a gentleman.--I have certainly the best woman in the world. [_Aside._ _L. Dunce._ What do you think must be the end of all this? I have no refuge in the world but your kindness: had I a jealous husband now, how miserable must my life be! _Sir Jol._ Ah, rogue's nose! ah, devil! ah, toad! cunning thief, wheedling slut, I'll bite her by and by.