me new vigour to find that your heart is not turned against him--
and that the son of my good old master has one friend however left--

SIR OLIVER. What! shall I forget Master Rowley--when I was at his
house myself--egad my Brother and I were neither of us very prudent
youths--and yet I believe you have not seen many better men than your
old master was[.]

ROWLEY. 'Tis this Reflection gives me assurance that Charles may yet
be a credit to his Family--but here comes Sir Peter----

SIR OLIVER. Egad so He does--mercy on me--He's greatly altered--
and seems to have a settled married look--one may read Husband
in his Face at this Distance.--

Enter SIR PETER

SIR PETER. Ha! Sir Oliver--my old Friend--welcome to England--
a thousand Times!

SIR OLIVER. Thank you--thank you--Sir Peter--and Efaith I am
as glad to find you well[,] believe me--

SIR PETER. Ah! 'tis a long time since we met--sixteen year I doubt
Sir Oliver--and many a cross accident in the Time--

SIR OLIVER. Aye I have had my share--but, what[!] I find you are
married--hey my old Boy--well--well it can't be help'd--and so I wish
you joy with all my heart--