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Davenant.Cromwell hath sent for me—and to what end? Bah! surely nothing to disquiet me,— Mere curiosity!
 * [Enter.

Davenant [spying .] But who is this? Great God! a charming phiz! A saint, perhaps? Some howling Puritan? Rochester [who has not seen. Well, it is done! And I'm a married man! [He walks toward the front of the stage, and recognizes. What! Davenant! Davenant [aside.]He knows my name! [Aloud.] Sir.—But methinks I see Lord Rochester! Rochester. Hush!
 * [They shake hands.

Davenant. You disguise yourself With wondrous art. Were you a married man, Your wife would hardly know you in that garb! Rochester [sighing, aside. God grant it!
 * [Aloud.] Davenant, no ribald jests.

Davenant.'Tis the first time your lordship has had need Of urging to make sport of married men, Rochester [aside.]Can one make sport and marry both at once? I'd like to see him in this quandary!
 * [Aloud.

Enough of this.—Dear poet, by what chance