ed straight to join her.

_Sir Wil_. You shall see
What wondrous calm and harmony take place,
When fire meets gunpowder!

_Con_. [Without.] Who sent for you?
What made you come?

_Wild_. [Without.] To see the town, not you! A kiss!

_Con_. I vow I'll not.

_Wild_. I swear you shall.

_Con_. A saucy cub! I vow, I had as lief
Your whipper-in had kissed me.

_Sir Wil_. Do you hear?

_True_. I do. Most pleasing discords!

[Enter CONSTANCE and WILDRAKE.]

_Con_. Father, speak
To neighbour Wildrake!

_Sir Wil_. Very glad to see him!

_Wild_. I thank you, good Sir William! Give you joy
Of your good looks!

_Con_. What, Phoebe!--Phoebe!--Phoebe!

_Sir Wil_. What wantest thou with thy lap-dog?

_Con_. Only, sir,
To welcome neighbour Wildrake! What a figure
To show himself in town!

_Sir Wil_. Wilt hold thy peace?

_Con_. Yes; if you'll lesson me to hold my laughter!
Wildrake.

_Wild_. Well?

_Con_. Let me walk thee in the Park--
How they would stare at thee!

_Sir Wil_. Wilt ne'er give o'er?

_Wild_. Nay, let her have her way--I heed her not!
Though to more courteous welcome I have right;
Although I am neighbour Wildrake! Reason is reason!

_Con_. And right is right! so welcome, neighbour Wildrake,
I am very, very, very glad to see you!
Come, for a quarter of an hour we'll e'en
Agree together! How do your horses, neighbour?

_Wild_. Pshaw!

_Con_. And your dogs?

_Wild_. Pshaw!

_Con_. Whipper-in and huntsman?

_Sir Wil_. Converse of things thou knowest to talk about!

_Con_. And keep him silent, father, when I know
He cannot talk of any other things?
How does thy hunter? What a sorry trick
He played thee t'other day, to balk his leap
And throw thee, neighbour! Did he balk the leap?
Confess! You sportsmen never are to blame!
Say you are fowlers, 'tis your dog's in fault!
Say you are anglers, 'tis your tackle's wrong;
Say you are hunters, why the honest horse
That bears your weight, must bear your blunders too!
Why, whither go you?

_Wild_. Anywhere from thee.

_Con_. With me you mean.

_Wild_. I mean it not.

_Con_. You do!
I'll give you fifty reasons for't--and first,
Where you go, neighbour, I'll go!

[They go out--WILDRAKE, pettishly--CONSTANCE laughing.]

_Sir Wil_. Do you mark?
Much love is there!

_True_. Indeed, a heap, or none!
I'd wager on the heap!

_Sir Wil_. Ay!--Do you think
These discords, as in the musici