[To them] SIR JOSEPH and BLUFFE.
ARAM.May be he may not know us again.
BELIN.We'll put on our masks to secure his ignorance.[They put on their masks.]
SIR JO.Nay, Gad, I'll pick up; I'm resolved to make a night on't.
I'll go to Alderman Fondlewife by and by, and get fifty pieces more from him.Adslidikins, bully, we'll wallow in wine and women.
Why, this same Madeira wine has made me as light as a grasshopper.
Hist, hist, bully, dost thou see those tearers? [Sings.] Look you what here is--look you what here is--toll--loll--dera--toll--loll--agad, t'other glass of Madeira, and I durst have attacked 'em in my own proper person, without your help.
BLUFF.Come on then, knight.But do you know what to say to them?
SIR JO.Say: pooh, pox, I've enough to say--never fear it--that is, if I can but think on't: truth is, I have but a treacherous memory.
BELIN.O frightful! cousin, what shall we do? These things come towards us.
ARAM.No matter.I see Vainlove coming this way--and, to confess my failing, I am willing to give him an opportunity of making his peace with me--and to rid me of these coxcombs, when I seem opprest with 'em, will be a fair one.
BLUFF.Ladies, by these hilts you are well met.
ARAM.We are afraid not.
BLUFF.What says my pretty little knapsack carrier.[To BELINDA.]
BELIN.O monstrous filthy fellow! good slovenly Captain Huffe, Bluffe (what is your hideous name?) be gone: you stink of brandy and tobacco, most soldier-like.Foh.[Spits.]
SIR JO.Now am I slap-dash down in the mouth, and have not one word to say! [Aside.]
ARAM.I hope my fool has not confidence enough to be troublesome.
[Aside.]
SIR JO.Hem! Pray, madam, which way is the wind?
ARAM.A pithy question.Have you sent your wits for a venture, sir, that you enquire?
SIR JO.Nay, now I'm in, I can prattle like a magpie.[Aside.]
