_Four._ What answer will your worship charge me back withal? _Sir Dav._ Let his lordship know that I am amazed and confounded at his generosity; and that I am so transported with the honour he does me, that I will not fail to wait on him in the roasting of an egg. _Four._ I am your worship's lowly slave. [_Exit._ _Sir Dav._ Vermin, go get the coach ready; get me the gold medal too and chain, which I took from the Roman Catholic officer for a popish relic [_Exit_ VERMIN.] I'll be fine, I'll shine, and drink wine that's divine. My lord mayor invite me to supper! _L. Dunce._ My dearest, I'm glad to see thee returned in safety, from the bottom of my heart: hast thou seen the traitor? _Sir Dav._ Seen him! hang him, I have seen him: pox on him, seen him! _L. Dunce._ Well, and what is become of him? where is he? _Sir Dav._ Why dost thou ask me where he is? What a pox care I what becomes of him? Pr'ythee don't trouble me with thy impertinence; I am busy. _L. Dunce._ You are not angry, my dear, are you? _Sir Dav._ No, but I am pleased, and that's all one; very much pleased, let me tell you but that; I am only to sup with my lord mayor, that's all; nothing else in the world, only the business of the nation calls upon me, that's all; therefore, once more I say, don't be troublesome, but stand off. _L. Dunce._ You always think my company troublesome; you never stay at home to comfort me; what think you I shall do alone by myself all this evening, moping in my chamber? Pray, my joy, stay with me for once.--I hope he won't take me at my word. [_Aside._ _Sir Dav._ I say again and again, tempter, stand off; I will not lose my preferment for my pleasure; honour is towards me, and flesh and blood are my aversion. _L. Dunce._ But how long will you stay then? _Sir Dav._ I don't know; may be not an hour, may be all night, as his lordship and I think fit; what's that to anybody? _L. Dunce._ You are very cruel to me. _Sir Dav._ I can't help it; go, get you in, and pass away the time with your neighbour; I'll be back again before I die; in the mean time, be humble and conformable, go. _Re-enter_ VERMIN. Is the coach ready? _Ver._ Yes, sir. _Sir Dav._ Well, your servant. What, nothing to my lady mayoress? You have a great deal of breeding indeed, a great deal! nothing to my lady mayoress? _L. Dunce._ My service to her, if you please. _Sir Dav._ Well, da, da--the poor fool cries, o' my conscience! adieu, do you hear, farewell. [_Exit._ _L. Dunce._ As well as what I love can make me. _Re-enter_ Sir JOLLY JUMBLE. _Sir Jol._ Madam, is he gone? _L. Dunce._ In post-haste, I assure you.