_Aldo._ Then, perhaps, you may have known an ungracious boy of mine
there.

_Wood._ Like enough: Pray, what's his name?

_Aldo._ George Aldo.

_Wood._ I must confess I do know the gentleman; satisfy yourself, he's
in health, and upon his return.

_Aldo._ That's some comfort: But, I hear, a very rogue, a lewd young
fellow.

_Wood._ The worst I know of him is, that he loves a wench; and that
good quality he has not stolen. [_Music at the Balcony over head: Mrs_
TRICKSY _and_ JUDITH _appear._]--Hark! There's music above.

_Aldo._ 'Tis at my daughter Tricksy's lodging; the kept mistress I
told you of, the lass of mettle. But for all she carries it so high, I
know her pedigree; her mother's a sempstress in Dog-and-Bitch yard,
and was, in her youth, as right as she is.

_Wood._ Then she's a two-piled punk, a punk of two descents.

_Aldo._ And her father, the famous cobler, who taught Walsingham to
the black-birds. How stand thy affections to her, thou lusty rogue?

_Wood._ All on fire: A most urging creature!