[To them] WITWOUD from drinking.
MRS. FAINALL
So, is the fray made up that you have left 'em?
WITWOUD
Left 'em? I could stay no longer. I have laughed like ten Christ'nings. I am tipsy with laughing—if I had stayed any longer I should have burst,—I must have been let out and pieced in the sides like an unsized camlet. Yes, yes, the fray is composed; my lady came in like a NOLI PROSEQUI, and stopt the proceedings.
MILLAMANT
What was the dispute?
WITWOUD
That's the jest: there was no dispute. They could neither of 'em speak for rage; and so fell a sputt'ring at one another like two roasting apples.
