BELL. 'Tis pretty near the hour. [Looking on his watch.] Well,
and how, Setter, hae, does my hypocrisy fit me, hae? Does it sit
easy on me?
SET. Oh, most religiously well, sir.
BELL. I wonder why all our young fellows should glory in an
opinion of atheism, when they may be so much more conveniently lewd
under the coverlet of religion.
SET. S'bud, sir, away quickly: there's Fondlewife just turned the
corner, and 's coming this way.
BELL. Gad's so, there he is: he must not see me.
SCENE II.
FONDLEWIFE, BARNABY.
FOND. I say I will tarry at home.
BAR. But, sir.
FOND. Good lack! I profess the spirit of contradiction hath
possessed the lad--I say I will tarry at home, varlet.
BAR. I have done, sir; then farewell five hundred pound.
FOND. Ha, how's that? Stay, stay, did you leave word, say you,
with his wife? With Comfort herself?
BAR. I did; and Comfort will send Tribulation hither as soon as
ever he comes home. I could have brought young Mr. Prig to have
kept my mistress company in the meantime.
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