Volume Iii Part 73 (1/2)

L. _Ful_.--Is my Lady at leisure for a Visit, Sir?

_Bel_. Always to receive your Ladys.h.i.+p.

[_She goes out_.

Sir _Cau_. With me, Sir, wou'd you speak?

_Gay_. With you, Sir, if your name be _Fulbank_.

Sir _Cau_. Plain _Fulbank_! methinks you might have had a Sirreverence, under your Girdle, Sir; I am honoured with another t.i.tle, Sir-- [_Goes talking to the rest_.

_Gay_. With many, Sir, that very well become you-- [_Pulls him a little aside_.

I've something to deliver to your Ear.

Sir _Cau_. So, I'll be hang'd if he do not tell me, I'm a Cuckold now: I see it in his Eyes. My Ear, Sir! I'd have you to know I scorn any man's secrets, Sir;--for ought I know you may whisper Treason to me, Sir.

Pox on him, how handsom he is, I hate the sight of the young Stallion.

[_Aside_.

_Gay_. I wou'd not be so uncivil, Sir, before all this Company.

Sir _Cau_. Uncivil! Ay, ay, 'tis so, he cannot be content to cuckold, but he must tell me so too.

_Gay_. But since you will have it, Sir--you are--a Rascal--a most notorious Villain, Sir, d'ye hear--

Sir _Cau_. Yes, yes, I do hear--and am glad 'tis no worse. [_Laughing_.

_Gay_. Griping as h.e.l.l--and as insatiable--worse than a Brokering Jew, not all the Twelve Tribes harbour such a d.a.m.n'd Extortioner.

Sir _Cau_. Pray, under favour, Sir, who are you?

[_Pulling off his Hat_.

_Gay_. One whom thou hast undone--

Sir _Cau_. Hum--I'm glad of that however. [_Aside smiling_.

_Gay_. Racking me up to a starving Want and Misery, Then took advantages to ruin me.

Sir _Cau_. So, and he'd revenge it on my Wife-- [_Aside smiling_.

_Gay_. Do not you know one _Wasteall_, Sir?

_Enter_ Ralph _with Wine, sets it on a Table_.

Sir _Cau_. _Wasteall_--ha, ha, ha,--if you are any Friend to that poor Fellow--you may return and tell him, Sir--d'ye hear--that the Mortgage of two hundred pound a Year is this day out, and I'll not bait him an hour, Sir--ha, ha, ha,--what, do you think to hector civil Magistrates?

_Gay_. Very well, Sir, and is this your Conscience?

Sir _Cau_. Conscience! what do you tell me of Conscience? Why, what a noise is here--as if the undoing a young Heir were such a Wonder; ods so I've undone a hundred without, half this ado.