ervant.

Sir _Pat._ Oh, cry your mercy, Sir. [Walks away.

Sir _Cred._ No Offence, dear Sir, I protest: 'slife, I believe 'tis the
Master of the House, he look'd with such Authority;--why, who cares, let
him look as big as the four Winds, East, West, North and South, I care
not this,--therefore I beg your Pardon, noble Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Pray spare your Hat and Legs, Sir, till you come to Court,
they are thrown away i'th' City.

Sir _Cred._ O Lord! dear Sir, 'tis all one for that, I value not a Leg
nor an Arm amongst Friends, I am a _Devonshire_ Knight, Sir, all the
World knows, a kind of Country Gentleman, as they say, and am come to
Town, to marry my Lady _Knowell's_ Daughter.

Sir _Pat._ I'm glad on't, Sir. [Walks away, he follows.

Sir _Cred._ She's a deserving Lady, Sir, if I have any Judgment; and I
think I understand a Lady, Sir, in the Right Honourable way of
Matrimony.

Sir _Pat._ Well, Sir, that is to say, you have been married before, Sir;
and what's all this to me, good Sir?

Sir _Cred._ Married before! incomparable, Sir! not so neither, for
there's difference in Men, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Right, Sir, for some are Wits, and some are Fools.

Sir _Cred._ As I hope to breathe, 'twas a saying of my Grandmother's,
who us'd to tell me, Sir, that bought Wit was best. I have brought Money
to Town for a small purchase of that kind; for, Sir, I wou'd fain set up
for a Country Wit.--Pray, Sir, where live the Poets, for I wou'd fain be
acquainted with some of them.

Sir _Pat._ Sir, I do not know, nor do I care for Wits and Poets. Oh,
this will kill me quite; I'll out of Town immediately.

Sir _Cred._ But, Sir, I mean your fine railing Bully Wits, that have
Vinegar, Gall and Arsenick in 'em, as well as Salt and Flame, and Fire,
and the Devil and all.

Sir _Pat._ Oh, defend me! and what is all this to me, Sir?

Sir _Cred._ Oh, Sir, they are the very Soul of Entertainment; and, Sir,
it is the prettiest sport to hear 'em rail and haul at one another--Zoz,
wou'd I were a Poet.

Sir _Pat._ I wish you were, since you are so fond of being rail'd
at.--If I were able to beat him, I would be much angry,--but Patience is
a Virtue, and I will into the Country.
[Aside.

Sir _Cred._ 'Tis all one case to me, dear Sir,--but I should have the
pleasure of railing again, _cum privilegio_; I love fighting with those
pointless Weapons.--Zoz, Sir, you know if we Men of Quality fall out--
(for you are a Knight I take it