_Sir Sim._ Now, son of a whore, do I know the gentlemen?--A dog! would have had a shilling of me before he would let me come to you! _Ran._ The rogue has been bred at Court, sure.--Get you out, sirrah. [_Exit_ Waiter. _Sir Sim._ He has been bred at a French-house, where they are more unreasonable. _Vin._ Here's to you, Sir Simon. _Sir Sim._ I cannot drink, for I have a mistress within; though I would not have the people of the house to know it. _Ran._ You need not be ashamed of your mistresses, for they are commonly rich. _Sir Sim._ And because she is rich, I would conceal her; for I never had a rich mistress yet, but one or other got her from me presently, faith and troth. _Ran._ But this is an ill place to conceal a mistress in; every waiter is an intelligencer to your rivals. _Sir Sim._ I have a trick for that:--I'll let no waiters come into the room; I'll lay the cloth myself rather. _Ran._ But who is your mistress? _Sir Sim._ Your servant,--your servant, Mr. Ranger. _Vin._ Come, will you pledge me? _Sir Sim._ No, I'll spare your wine, if you will spare me Dapperwit's company; I came for that. _Vin._ You do us a double favour, to take him and leave the wine. _Sir Sim._ Come, come, Dapperwit. _Ran._ Do not go, unless he will suffer us to see his mistress too. [_Aside to_ DAPPERWIT. _Sir Sim._ Come, come, man. _Dap._ Would you have me so uncivil as to leave my company?--they'll take it ill. _Sir Sim._ I cannot find her talk without thee.--Pray, gentlemen, persuade Mr. Dapperwit to go with me. _Ran._ We will not hinder him of better company. _Dap._ Yours is too good to be left rudely. _Sir Sim._ Nay, gentlemen, I would desire your company too, if you knew the lady. _Dap._ They know her as well as I; you say I know her not. _Sir Sim._ You are not everybody. _Ran._ Perhaps we do know the lady, Sir Simon. _Sir Sim._ You do not, you do not: none of you ever saw her in your lives;--but if you could be secret, and civil-- _Ran._ We have drunk yet but our bottle a-piece. _Sir Sim._ But will you be civil, Mr. Vincent? _Ran._ He dares not look a woman in the face under three bottles. _Sir Sim._ Come along then. But can you be civil, gentlemen? will you be civil, gentlemen? pray be civil if you can, and you shall see her. [_Exit, and returns with_ Lady FLIPPANT _and_ Mrs. JOYNER. _Dap._ How, has he got his jilt here! [_Aside._ _Ran._ The widow Flippant! [_Aside._ _Vin._ Is this the woman that we never saw! [_Aside._ _L. Flip._ Does he bring us into company!--and Dapperwit one! Though I had married the fool, I thought to have reserved the wit as well as other ladies. [_Aside._ _Sir Sim._ Nay, look as long as you will, madam, you will find them civil gentlemen, and good company. _L. Flip._ I am not in doubt of their civility, but yours. _Mrs. Joyn._ You'll never leave snubbing your servants! Did you not promise to use him kindly? [_Aside to_ Lady FLIPPANT.