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I warrant thee.

      Mrs. Mar. [Aside.] I warrant you then I'll go to him.—I am glad of that, for I hate him as much as a bishop.

      Gripe. Thou art no child of mine, if thou dost not hate bishops and wits.—Well, Mrs. Joyner, I'll keep you no longer. [To Addleplot.] Jonas, wait on Mrs. Joyner.

      Mrs. Joyn. Good night to your worship.

      Gripe. But stay, stay, Mrs. Joyner: have you spoken with the widow Crossbite about her little daughter, as I desired?

      Mrs. Joyn. I will to-morrow early; it shall be the first thing I'll do after my prayers.

      Gripe. If Dapperwit should contaminate her!—I cannot rest till I have redeemed her from the jaws of that lion.—Good night.

      Mrs. Joyn. Good gentleman. [Exeunt Gripe and Mrs. Martha.

      Sir Sim. Ha! ha! ha! Mrs. Joyner.

      Mrs. Joyn. What's the matter, Sir Simon?

      Sir Sim. Ha! ha! ha!—let us make haste to your house, or I shall burst, faith and troth, to see what fools you and I make of these people.

      Mrs. Joyn. I will not rob you of any of the credit; I am but a feeble instrument, you are an engineer.

      Sir Sim. Remember what you say now when things succeed, and do not tell me then—I must thank your wit for all.

      Mrs. Joyn. No, in truly, Sir Simon.

      Sir Sim. Nay, I am sure Dapperwit and I have been partners in many an intrigue, and he uses to serve me so.

      Mrs. Joyn. He is an ill man to intrigue with, as you call it.

      Sir Sim. Ay, so are all your wits; a pox! if a man's understanding be not so public as theirs, he cannot do a wise action but they go away with the honour of it, if he be of their acquaintance.

      Mrs. Joyn. Why do you keep such acquaintance then?

      Sir Sim. There is a proverb, Mrs. Joyner, "You may know him by his company."

      Mrs. Joyn. No, no, to be thought a man of parts, you must always keep company with a man of less wit than yourself.

      Sir Sim. That's the hardest thing in the world for me to do, faith and troth.

      Mrs. Joyn. What, to find a man of less wit than yourself? Pardon my raillery, Sir Simon.

      Sir Sim. No, no, I cannot keep company with a fool:—I wonder how men of parts can do't, there's something in't.

      Mrs. Joyn. If you could, all your wise actions would be your own, and your money would be your own too.

      Sir Sim. Nay, faith and troth, that's true; for your wits are plaguily given to borrow. They'll borrow of their wench, coachman, or linkboy, their hire, Mrs. Joyner; Dapperwit has that trick with a vengeance.

      Mrs. Joyn. Why will you keep company with him then, I say? for, to be plain with you, you have followed him so long, that you are thought but his cully;[27] for every wit has his cully, as every squire his led captain.

      Sir Sim. I his cully, I his cully, Mrs. Joyner! Lord, that I should be thought a cully to any wit breathing!

      Mrs. Joyn. Nay, do not take it so to heart, for the best wits of the town are but cullies themselves.

      Sir Sim. To whom, to whom, to whom, Mrs. Joyner?

      Mrs. Joyn. To sempstresses and bawds.

      Sir Sim. To your knowledge, Mrs. Joyner.—[Aside.] There I was with her.

      Mrs. Joyn. To tailors and vintners, but especially to the French houses.

      Sir Sim. But Dapperwit is a cully to none of them; for he ticks.

      Mrs. Joyn. I care not, but I wish you were a cully to none but me; that's all the hurt I wish you.

      Sir Sim. Thank you, Mrs. Joyner. Well, I will throw off Dapperwit's acquaintance when I am married, and will only be a cully to my wife; and that's no more than the wisest husband of 'em all is.

      Mrs. Joyn. Then you think you shall carry Mrs. Martha?

      Sir Sim. Your hundred guineas are as good as in your lap.

      Mrs. Joyn. But I am afraid this double plot of yours should fail: you would sooner succeed if you only designed upon Mrs. Martha, or only upon my Lady Flippant.

      Sir Sim. Nay, then, you are no woman of intrigue, faith and troth: 'tis good to have two strings to one's bow. If Mrs. Martha be coy, I tell the widow I put on my disguise for her; but if Mrs. Martha be kind to Jonas, Sir Simon Addleplot will be false to the widow: which is no more than widows are used to; for a promise to a widow is as seldom kept as a vow made at sea, as Dapperwit says.

      Mrs. Joyn. I am afraid they should discover you.

      Sir Sim. You have nothing to fear; you have your twenty guineas in your pocket for helping me into my service, and if I get into Mrs. Martha's quarters, you have a hundred more; if into the widow's, fifty:—happy go lucky! Will her ladyship be at your house at the hour?

      Mrs. Joyn. Yes.

      Sir Sim. Then you shall see when I am Sir Simon Addleplot and myself I'll look like myself; now I am Jonas, I look like an ass. You never thought Sir Simon Addleplot could have looked so like an ass by his ingenuity.

      Mrs. Joyn. Pardon me, Sir Simon.

      Sir Sim. Nay, do not flatter, faith and troth.

      Mrs. Joyn. Come let us go, 'tis time.

      Sir Sim. I will carry the widow to the French house.

      Mrs. Joyn. If she will go.

      Sir Sim. If she will go! why, did you ever know a widow refuse a treat? no more than a lawyer a fee, faith and troth: yet I know too—

      No treat, sweet words, good mien, but sly intrigue

       That must at length the jilting widow fegue.[28] [Exeunt.

      SCENE II.—The French House. A table, wine and candles.

      Enter Vincent, Ranger, and Dapperwit.

      Dap. Pray, Mr. Ranger, let's have no drinking to-night.

      Vin. Pray, Mr. Ranger, let's have no Dapperwit to-night.

      Ran. Nay, nay, Vincent.

      Vin. A pox! I hate his impertinent chat more than he does the honest Burgundy.

      Dap. But why should you force wine upon us? we are not all of your gusto.

      Vin. But why should you force your chawed jests, your damned ends of your mouldy lampoons, and last year's sonnets, upon us? we are not all of your gusto.

      Dap. The wine makes me sick, let me perish!

      Vin. Thy rhymes make me spew.

      Ran. At repartee already! Come, Vincent. I know you would rather have him pledge you: here, Dapperwit—[Gives him the glass.]—But why are you so eager to have him drink always?

      Vin. Because he is so eager to talk always, and there is no other way to silence him.

      Enter Waiter.

      Wait. Here is a gentleman desires to speak with Mr. Vincent.

      Vin. I come. [Exit Vincent with Waiter.

      Dap. He may drink, because he is obliged to

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