Sir Fred.
Ha, ha, ha, dost not! give me thy hand then, I have a
little imperfection! ha, ha. Will. didst hear me?
Lov.
Ay, ay, Sir. Now, is it not as I told thee?
Henry.
Yes, and I find he's much taken with it! but, by Sir Fre∣dricks
leave though, I should sooner break his head than stay so long to
let him break his jest, were I the Person. But prithee are there any.
such people?
Lov.
O many Sir, I assure you—Tis a very Modish humour now a∣dayes—That
other there is a Colonel of the last age, an honest merry
blunt Fellow, a little vain, if you get into his Element of fighting, but
else a very good companion—But the best of our company is wanting,
one 'Squire Oldsap, a credulous merry old debaucht fool, one that
tho' he be too crazy himself for Women, yet he keeps a Wench for
the credit on't. The pleasant'st threescore and three thou ever saw'st—Pla—Faith
this was good luck, yonder he comes, prithee observe
him, Hal.
Enter Oldsap with a Fools Cap on's head, and a Bundle under his arm.
Oldsap.
Lovel, merry be thy heart Lad, my Son, Son of the Ooldsaps,
I'll call thee so, shall I? For a Man that keeps his word with me shall not
onely be my Son, but my Sons Son, nay my Sons Sons Grandson! if
affinity will do't—hah, Sir Fredrick, by the Marry Maskins I'll kiss thee
too. Prince.—Prince of the Jokers, prithee let me kiss thy hoof, do—let
me, my Merry wagg—
Sir Fred.
By King Iesfery, by no means, Squire. Well, but a pox
on thee, how dost thou do, Old Jewstrump?
[Gives him a blow on the Head.
Oldsapp.
Very well, Sir Fredrick! Very well! better and better!
by the Marry Maskins,—whoop,—why who's here—what my noble
old Friend Col. Buff too, let me kiss thee, old stump of honour: Before
George I could jump for joy to see thee: hah! old Lad?
Henr.
Whirr! why this is Whirligigg.
Lov.
The mock of Regeneration? but hush, we shall have more yet.
Col. Buff.
Gramercy Squire ifaith! I see thou art a merry shaver still, by
the Blade, thou hold'st out bravely. But prithee, my merry spawn of
the Oldsapp's what dost thou mean by this, this Cap here? Thou art not
going a Morrice-dancing, art thou?
Oldsapp.
A Morice-Dancing! why merry be thy heart Colo∣nel,
what Jokes upon me,—hah,—before George tis well I am
in hast I should pound you else, by the marry maskins I should—This
Cap, Sir, let me tell you, was—
Sir Fred.
I'll tell you what 'twas Colonel. I was acquainted with't be∣fore
him. This Cap, Colonel, was the Cap of Fortunatus, the wishing-Cap.
You have heard of the wishing-Cap, han't you?
Col. Buff.
Sir, I have heard of some such thing.