MRS FORE. A cunning cur, how soon he could find out a fresh,
harmless creature; and left us, sister, presently.

TATT. Upon reputation

MRS FORE. They're all so, sister, these men. They love to have the
spoiling of a young thing, they are as fond of it, as of being first
in the fashion, or of seeing a new play the first day. I warrant it
would break Mr Tattle's heart to think that anybody else should be
beforehand with him.

TATT. O Lord, I swear I would not for the world -

MRS FRAIL. O hang you; who'll believe you? You'd be hanged before
you'd confess. We know you--she's very pretty! Lord, what pure red
and white!--she looks so wholesome; ne'er stir: I don't know, but I
fancy, if I were a man -

MISS. How you love to jeer one, cousin.

MRS FORE. Hark'ee, sister, by my soul the girl is spoiled already.
D'ee think she'll ever endure a great lubberly tarpaulin? Gad, I
warrant you she won't let him come near her after Mr Tattle.

MRS FRAIL. O my soul, I'm afraid not--eh!--filthy creature, that
smells all of pitch and tar. Devil take you, you confounded toad--
why did you see her before she was married?

MRS FORE. Nay, why did we let him--my husband will hang us. He'll