Le. Why did you send him thither?

Gi. That he might come back a greater Fool than he went.

Le. Don’t talk so.

Gi. The middlemost has lately enter’d into holy Orders.

Le. I wish ’em all well.

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3. MOPSUS, DROMO.

Mo. How is it?  What are you doing Dromo?

Dr. I’m sitting still.

Mo. I see that; but how do Matters go with you?

Dr. As they use to do with unfortunate Persons.

Mo. God forbid that that should be your Case.  But what are you doing?

Dr. I am idling, as you see; doing just nothing at all.

Mo. It is better to be idle than doing of nothing; it may be I interrupt you, being employ’d in some Matters of Consequence?

Dr. No, really, entirely at Leisure; I just began to be tir’d of being alone, and was wishing for a merry Companion.

Mo. It may be I hinder, interrupt, disturb you, being about some Business?

Dr. No, you divert me, being tired with being idle.

Mo. Pray pardon me if I have interrupted you unseasonably.

Dr. Nay, you came very seasonably; you are come in the Nick of Time; I was just now wishing for you; I am extreme glad of your Company.

Mo. It may be you are about some serious Business, that I would by no means interrupt or hinder?

Dr. Nay, rather it is according to the old Proverb, Talk of the Devil and he’ll appear; for we were just now speaking of you.

Mo. In short, I believe you were, for my Ear tingled mightily as I came along.

Dr. Which Ear was it?

Mo. My left, from which I guess there was no Good said of me.

Dr. Nay, I’ll assure you there was nothing but Good said.

Mo. Then the old Proverb is not true.  But what good News have you?

Dr. They say you are become a Huntsman.

Mo. Nay, more than that, I have gotten the Game now in my Nets that I have been hunting after.

Dr. What Game is it?

Mo. A pretty Girl, that I am to marry in a Day or two; and I intreat you to honour me with your good Company at my Wedding.

Dr. Pray, who is your Bride?

Mo.  Alice, the Daughter of Chremes.

Dr. You are a rare Fellow to chuse a Beauty for one!  Can you fancy that Black-a-top, Snub-nos’d, Sparrow-mouth’d, Paunch-belly’d Creature.

Mo. Prithee hold thy Tongue, I marry her to please myself, and not you.  Pray, is it not enough that I like her?  The less she pleases you, the more she’ll please me.

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4. SYRUS, GETA.

Sy. I wish you much Happiness.