_Sir Jasp._ [_Aside._] So, so; now to mollify, wheedle him.--[_Aside to_ HORNER.] Master Horner, will you never keep civil company? methinks 'tis time now, since you are only fit for them. Come, come, man, you must e'en fall to visiting our wives, eating at our tables, drinking tea with our virtuous relations after dinner, dealing cards to 'em, reading plays and gazettes to 'em, picking fleas out of their smocks for 'em, collecting receipts, new songs, women, pages, and footmen for 'em. _Horn._ I hope they'll afford me better employment, sir. _Sir Jasp._ He! he! he! 'tis fit you know your work before you come into your place. And since you are unprovided of a lady to flatter, and a good house to eat at, pray frequent mine, and call my wife mistress, and she shall call you gallant, according to the custom. _Horn._ Who, I? _Sir Jasp._ Faith, thou sha't for my sake; come, for my sake only. _Horn._ For your sake-- _Sir Jasp._ Come, come, here's a gamester for you; let him be a little familiar sometimes; nay, what if a little rude? Gamesters may be rude with ladies, you know. _Lady Fid._ Yes; losing gamesters have a privilege with women. _Horn._ I always thought the contrary, that the winning gamester had most privilege with women; for when you have lost your money to a man, you'll lose anything you have, all you have, they say, and he may use you as he pleases. _Sir Jasp._ He! he! he! well, win or lose, you shall have your liberty with her. _Lady Fid._ As he behaves himself; and for your sake I'll give him admittance and freedom. _Horn._ All sorts of freedom, madam? _Sir Jasp._ Ay, ay, ay, all sorts of freedom thou canst take. And so go to her, begin thy new employment; wheedle her, jest with her, and be better acquainted one with another. _Horn._ [_Aside._] I think I know her already; therefore may venture with her my secret for hers. [HORNER _and_ Lady FIDGET _whisper._ _Sir Jasp._ Sister cuz, I have provided an innocent playfellow for you there. _Mrs. Dain._ Who, he? _Mrs. Squeam._ There's a playfellow, indeed! _Sir Jasp._ Yes sure.--What, he is good enough to play at cards, blindman's-buff, or the fool with, sometimes! _Mrs. Squeam._ Foh! we'll have no such playfellows. _Mrs. Dain._ No, sir; you shan't choose playfellows for us, we thank you. _Sir Jasp._ Nay, pray hear me. [_Whispering to them._ _Lady Fid._ But, poor gentleman, could you be so generous, so truly a man of honour, as for the sakes of us women of honour, to cause yourself to be reported no man? No man! and to suffer yourself the greatest shame that could fall upon a man, that none might fall upon us women by your conversation? but, indeed, sir, as perfectly, perfectly the same man as before your going into France, sir? as perfectly, perfectly, sir? _Horn._ As perfectly, perfectly, madam. Nay, I scorn you should take my word; I desire to be tried only, madam.