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Sir J. Aery. That wou'd sooner spit in thy face, than let thee kiss her—
Vaun. Ha! Ha! Ha! Right, Geddemme, as I hope to be sav'd, by all the great Geds and the little, and a very good Jest it is; and thus I got the Name of the Ladies fine Gentleman.
Sir J. Aery. But prithee, dear Vaunter, wilt not thou look like an Ass, when the world knows another man has got thy suppos'd Mistress from thee?
Vaun. Demme not at all, for I'll swear I gave my consent, and that the Fool has nothing but my leavings; and that I was seeking some handsom occasion to get rid of her, and, beged, you know the Town is always ready to believe any ill that's said of a Woman: But however, Geddemme, if I cou'd meet with this Bellamour, I shou'd be provok'd to forbid the Banes, beged, by mincing the Dog to Atoms.
Sir J. Aery. Say'st thou so, Bully-Rock, beged yonder he comes—And but that it wou'd not be like men of Honour for two to fall upon one, I'd stay and help thee; so, dear Vaunter, fare thee well.
Vaun. Demme, Aery, thou wilt not leave me so—See, there comes a spruce Prigg with him, that thou shalt mince.
Sir J. Aery. I'm heartily sorry, dear Vaunter, that I can't serve thee; but, Beged, I engag'd my person but last Night to a great Lady for all this day, and my person not being my own at this time, dear Rogue, you must needs excuse me. Besides, my Lady Gobble tipt me the Wink just now to follow her.
Vaun. Now I think better on't, why a Devil shou'd I make a noise of this matter? that wou'd look to the world like resenting some disappointment; and, Demme, I scorn the world shou'd think I was ever disappointed—But I'll tell thee what I'll do better. I'll write her a Letter by the Penny-Post, that shall give such a Character of him as shall infallibly do his business; so, dear Aery, let's about it, and then come back, and rally the poor Dog to death.[Exeunt.
