Sir Feeb.  How, Sir?

Sir Cau.  Be not asham’d, I’m under the same Premunire I doubt, little better than a—­but let that pass.

Sir Feeb.  Have you any Proof?

Sir Cau.  Proof of what, good Sir?

Sir Feeb.  Of what! why, that you’re a Cuckold; Sir, a Cuckold, if you’ll ha’t.

Sir Cau.  Cuckold!  Sir, do ye know what ye say?

Sir Feeb.  What I say?

Sir Cau.  Ay, what you say, can you make this out?

Sir Feeb.  I make it out!

Sir Cau.  Ay, Sir—­if you say it, and cannot make it out, you’re a—­

Sir Feeb.  What am I, Sir?  What am I?

Sir Cau.  A Cuckold as well as my self, Sir; and I’ll sue you for Scandalum Magnatum; I shall recover swinging Damages with a City-Jury.

Sir Feeb.  I know of no such thing, Sir.

Sir Cau.  No, Sir?

Sir Feeb.  No, Sir.

Sir Cau.  Then what wou’d you be at, Sir?

Sir Feeb.  I be at, Sir! what wou’d you be at, Sir?

Sir Cau.  Ha, ha, ha—­why this is the strangest thing—­to see an old Fellow, a Magistrate of the City, the first Night he’s married, forsake his Bride and Bed, and come arm’d Cap-a-pee, like Gargantua, to disturb another old Fellow, and banter him with a Tale of a Tub; and all to be-cuckold him here—­in plain English, what’s your Business?

Sir Feeb.  Why, what the Devil’s your Business, and you go to that?

Sir Cau.  My Business, with whom?

Sir Feeb.  With me, Sir, with me; what a Pox do you think I do here?

Sir Cau.  ’Tis that I wou’d be glad to know, Sir.

Enter Dick.

Sir Feeb.  Here, Dick, remember I’ve brought back your Master’s Watch; next time he sends for me o’er Night, I’ll come to him in the Morning.

Sir Cau.  Ha, ha, ha, I send for you!  Go home and sleep, Sir—­Ad, and ye keep your Wife waking to so little purpose, you’ll go near to be haunted with a Vision of Horns.

[Exit Dick.

Sir Feeb.  Roguery, Knavery, to keep me from my Wife—­Look ye, this was the Message I receiv’d.
                [Tells him seemingly.

Enter Bredwel to the Door in a white Sheet like a Ghost,
speaking to Gayman who stands within.

Bred.  Now, Sir, we are two to two, for this way you must pass or be taken in the Lady’s Lodgings—­I’ll first adventure out to make you pass the safer, and that he may not, if possible, see Sir Cautious, whom I shall fright into a Trance, I am sure.  And Sir Feeble, the Devil’s in’t if he know him. [Aside.

Gay.  A brave kind Fellow this.

    Enter Bredwel stalking on as a Ghost by them.