_Aldo._ No, no, avoid her; I warrant thee, young Alexander, I will
provide thee more worlds to conquer.

_Gerv._ [_Aside._] My old master would fain pass for Philip of
Macedon, when he is little better than Sir Pandarus of Troy.

_Wood._ If you get this keeper out of doors, father, and give me but
an opportunity--

_Aldo._ Trust my diligence; I will smoke him out, as they do bees, but
I will make him leave his honey-comb.

_Gerv._ [_Aside._] If I had a thousand sons, none of the race of the
Gervases should ever be educated by thee, thou vile old Satan!

_Aldo._ Away, boy! Fix thy arms, and whet, like the lusty German boys,
before a charge: He shall bolt immediately.

_Wood._ O, fear not the vigorous five-and-twenty.

_Aldo._ Hold, a word first: Thou saidst my son was shortly to come
over.

_Wood._ So he told me.

_Aldo._ Thou art my bosom friend.

_Gerv._ [_Aside._] Of an hour's acquaintance.

_Aldo._ Be sure thou dost not discover my frailties to the young