_Dap._ But do not censure my honour; for if you had not been in a desperate condition,--for as one nail must beat out another, one poison expel another, one fire draw out another, one fit of drinking cure the sickness of another,--so, the surfeit you took last night of Christina's eyes shall be cured by Lucy's this morning; or as-- _Ran._ Nay, I bar more similitudes. _Dap._ What, in my mistress's lodging? that were as hard as to bar a young parson in the pulpit, the fifth of November, railing at the Church of Rome; or as hard as to put you to bed to Lucy and defend you from touching her; or as-- _Ran._ Or as hard as to make you hold your tongue.--I shall not see your mistress, I see. _Dap._ Miss Lucy! Miss Lucy!--[_Knocks at the door and returns._]--The devil take me, if good men (I say no more) have not been upon their knees to me, to see her, and you at last must obtain it. _Ran._ I do not believe you. _Dap._ 'Tis such as she; she is beautiful without affectation; amorous without impertinency; airy and brisk without impudence; frolic without rudeness; and, in a word, the justest creature breathing to her assignation. _Ran._ You praise her as if you had a mind to part with her; and yet you resolve, I see, to keep her to yourself. _Dap._ Keep her! poor creature, she cannot leave me; and rather than leave her, I would leave writing lampoons or sonnets almost. _Ran._ Well, I'll leave you with her then. _Dap._ What, will you go without seeing her? _Ran._ Rather than stay without seeing her. _Dap._ Yes, yes, you shall see her; but let me perish if I have not been offered a hundred guineas for a sight of her; by--I say no more. _Ran._ [_Aside._] I understand you now.--[_Aloud._] If the favour be to be purchased, then I'll bid all I have about me for't. _Dap._ Fy, fy, Mr. Ranger! you are pleasant, i'faith. Do you think I would sell the sight of my rarity?--like those gentlemen who hang out flags at Charing Cross, or like-- _Ran._ Nay, then I'm gone again. _Dap._ What, you take it ill I refuse your money? rather than that should be, give us it; but take notice I will borrow it. Now I think on't, Lucy wants a gown and some knacks. _Ran._ Here. _Dap._ But I must pay it you again: I will not take it unless you engage your honour I shall pay it you again. _Ran._ You must pardon me; I will not engage my honour for such a trifle. Go, fetch her out. _Dap._ Well, she's a ravishing creature: such eyes and lips, Mr. Ranger! _Ran._ Prithee go. _Dap._ Such neck and breasts, Mr. Ranger! _Ran._ Again, prithee go. _Dap._ Such feet, legs, and thighs, Mr. Ranger! _Ran._ Prithee let me see 'em. _Dap._ And a mouth no bigger than your ring!--I need say no more. _Ran._ Would thou wert never to speak again! _Dap._ And then so neat, so sweet a creature in bed, that, to my knowledge, she does not change her sheets in half a year. _Ran._ I thank you for that allay to my impatience. _Dap._ Miss Lucy! Miss Lucy! Miss!--[_Knocking at the door._