[_He runs in amongst them, and they scuttle about the room._

_Enter_ SAINTLY, PLEASANCE, JUDITH, _with Broom-sticks._

_Saint._ What, in the midst of Sodom! O thou lewd young man! my
indignation boils over against these harlots; and thus I sweep them
from out my family.

_Pleas._ Down with the Suburbians, down with them.

_Aldo._ O spare my daughters, Mrs Saintly! Sweet Mrs Pleasance, spare
my flesh and blood!

_Wood._ Keep the door open, and help to secure the retreat, father:
There is no pity to be expected. [_The Whores run out, followed by_
SAINTLY, PLEASANCE, _and_ JUDITH.

_Aldo._ Welladay, welladay! one of my daughters is big with bastard,
and she laid at her gascoins most unmercifully! every stripe she had,
I felt it: The first fruit of whoredom is irrecoverably lost!

_Wood._ Make haste, and comfort her.

_Aldo._ I will, I will; and yet I have a vexatious business, which
calls me first another way. The rogue, my son, is certainly come over;
he has been seen in town four days ago.

_Wood._ It is impossible: I'll not believe it.

_Aldo._ A friend of mine met his old man, Giles, this very morning, in