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Bell. Gentlemen, I thank you; I was once beginning to be very angry, but I find so much reason in your Remonstrances, that I esteem my self much oblig'd to you. The Counsel of Fools is not to be despis'd when 'tis good; and so your Servant.[Exit Bellamour.
Sir J. Aery. Geddemme', Fools! who do's the unmannerly Puppy mean?
Vaun. Beged, not me; for all the World knows I am none.
Ang. I am much mistaken, Gentlemen, if he did not mean you both. (aside) Two such Originals I never saw.
Sir J. Aery. Demme, a very smart Lad.—Dear Rogue, let me kiss thee.
Vaun. Ay, dear Rogue, let me kiss thee, for thou and I must be better acquainted. Beged, thou'rt a Rump-Jewel for a Prince.
Ang. By your leave, Gentlemen, these Lips are reserv'd for better occasions.
Sir J. Aery. Ah, le petit Malitieux! I never saw a Steenkirk better put on.
Enter Sir Toby and Philabel.
Vaun. Sir Toby Cusifle, my most Illustrious Patron, great Master of the Mysteries of Pimperlimpimp, Geddemme', your humble Servant.
Sir J. Aery. My dear Brother Knight Baronet, your humble Servant, beged.
Sir Toby. Adzookers, when I have such Servants, they shall never be seen without broken heads.
Sir J. Aery. A very good Jest; by the great Geds and the little.—Let me kiss thee.
Sir Toby. Stand off you Cur,—thy Breath smells farther than a Brick-kiln.
Sir J. Aery. Demme', thou'rt so plaguy witty.—But, what Fool do'st think I have been rallying to Death?
Sir Toby. I see no Fool, adzooks, here, but Vaunter.
Sir J. Aery. No, Demme, a greater Fool than Vaunter.
Sir Toby. Thy self.
