provided?

_Geoff._ The stores are very low, sir: Some dolly petticoats, and
manteaus we have; and half a dozen pair of laced shoes, bought from
court at second hand.

_Aldo._ Before George, there is not enough to rig out a mournival of
whores: They'll think me grown a mere curmudgeon. Mercy on me, how
will this glorious trade be carried on, with such a miserable stock!

_Geoff._ I hear a coach already stopping at the door.

_Aldo._ Well, somewhat in ornament for the body, somewhat in counsel
for the mind; one thing must help out another, in this bad world:
Whoring must go on.

_Enter Mrs_ OVERDON, _and her Daughter_ PRUE.

_Mrs Over._ Ask blessing, Prue: He is the best father you ever had.

_Aldo._ Bless thee, and make thee a substantial, thriving whore. Have
your mother in your eye, Prue; it is good to follow good example. How
old are you, Prue? Hold up your head, child.

_Pru._ Going o'my sixteen, father Aldo.

_Aldo._ And you have been initiated but these two years: Loss of time,
loss of precious time! Mrs Overdon, how much have you made of Prue,
since she has been man's meat?