a mid-wife, and a dry and wet nurse: When you are up again, as heaven
send you a good hour, we will pay him off at law, i'faith. You have
him under black and white, I hope?

_Mrs Term._ Yes, I have a note under his hand for two hundred pounds.

_Aldo._ A note under his hand! that is a chip in porridge; it is just
nothing.--Look, Geoffery, to the figure 12, for old half-shirts for
childbed linen.

_Enter Mrs_ HACKNEY.

_Hack._ O, madam Termagant, are you here? Justice, father Aldo,
justice!

_Aldo._ Why, what is the matter, daughter Hackney?

_Hack._ She has violated the law of nations; for yesterday she
inveigled my own natural cully from me, a married lord, and made him
false to my bed, father.

_Term._ Come, you are an illiterate whore. He is my lord now; and,
though you call him fool, it is well known he is a critic,
gentlewoman. You never read a play in all your life; and I gained him
by my wit, and so I'll keep him.

_Hack._ My comfort is, I have had the best of him; he can take up no
more, till his father dies: And so, much good may do you with my
cully, and my clap into the bargain.