built Thames, till you run mad for Lotteries, and stand there with your
Tables to glean the golden Sentences, and cite 'em secre[t]ly to
Servingmen for sound Essayes, till Taverns allow you but a Towel room to
Tipple Wine in, that the Bell hath gone for twice, and Glasses that look
like broken promises, tied up with wicker protestations, English Tobacco
with half Pipes, nor in half a year once burnt, and Bisket that Bawds
have rubb'd their gums upon like Corals to bring the mark again, tell
these hour Rascals so, this most fatal hour will come again, think I sit
down the looser.

_Wid._ Will you stay Gentlemen, a piece of Beef and a cold Capon,
that's all, you know you are welcom.

_Hum._ That was cast to abuse us.

_Bel._ Steal off, the Devil is in his anger.

_Wid._ Nay I am sure you will not leave me so discourteously, now I
have provided for you.

_Val._ What do you here? why do ye vex a woman of her goodness, her
state and worth? can you bring a fair certificate that you deserve to be
her footmen? husbands, you puppies? husbands for Whores and Bawds, away
you wind suckers; do not look big, nor prate, nor stay, nor grumble and
when you are gone, seem to laugh at my fury, and slight this Lady, I
shall hear, and know this: and though I am not bound to fight for women,
as far they are good I dare preserve 'em: be not too bold, for if you
be, I'le swinge you monstrously without all pity, your honours now goe,
avoid me mainly. [_Exeunt._