_Sir Jol._ Mum, mum, mum, 'tis he himself, the very same; odds so, Sir Davy after him too! Hush, hush, hush, let us be gone, let us retire. Do but look upon him now, mind him a little; there's a shape, there's an air, there's a motion! Ah, rogue, ah, devil, get you in, get you in, I say. There's a shape for you! [_Exit_ Lady DUNCE. _Beau._ What the devil shall I do to recover this day's loss again? my honourable pimp too, my pander knight has forsaken me; methinks I am quandaried, like one going with a party to discover the enemy's camp, but had lost his guide upon the mountains. Curse on him, old Argus is here again; there can be no good fortune towards me when he's at my heels. _Sir Dav._ Sir, sir, sir, one word with you, sir! Captain, captain, noble captain, one word, I beseech you. _Beau._ With me, friend? _Sir Dav._ Yes, with you, my no-friend. _Beau._ Sir Davy, my intimate, my bosom-physician! _Sir Dav._ Ah, rogue! damned rogue! _Beau._ My confessor, my dearest friend I ever had! _Sir Dav._ Dainty wheedle, here's a fellow for ye! _Beau._ One that has taught me to be in love with virtue, and shown me the ugly inside of my follies. _Sir Dav._ Sir, your humble servant. _Beau._ Is that all? if you are as cold in your love as you are in your friendship, Sir Davy, your lady has the worst time on't of any one in Christendom. _Sir Dav._ So she has, sir, when she cannot be free from the impudent solicitations of such fellows as you are, sir. _Beau._ As me, sir! why, who am I, good Sir Domine Doddlepate? _Sir Dav._ So, take notice he threatens me; I'll have him bound to the peace instantly. Will you never have remorse of conscience, friend? have you banished all shame from your soul? Do you consider my name is Sir Davy Dunce? that I have the most virtuous wife living? do you consider that? Now how like a rogue he looks again! what a hang-dog leer was that! _Beau._ Your virtuous wife, sir! you are always harping upon that string, Sir Davy. _Sir Dav._ No, 'tis you would be harping upon that string, sir: see you this? cast your eyes upon this, this letter, sir. Did you not promise, this very day, to abandon all manner of proceedings of this nature, tending to the dishonour of me and my family? _Beau._ Letter, sir! What the devil does he mean now? Let me see, "For the Lady Dunce"; this is no scrawl of mine, I'll be sworn; by Jove, her own hand! what a dog was I! forty to one but I had played the fool, and spoiled all again. Was there ever so charming a creature breathing!--Did your lady deliver this to your hands, sir? _Sir Dav._ Even her own self in person, sir, and bade me tell you, sir, that she has too just an esteem of me, sir, not to value such a fellow as you are as you deserve.