L. P.
O! I confess, I confess—But for Heav'n sake, dear Sir— Let it not take Air, for then we are both undone.
Elia.
O! Undone, undone Sir, if our Husbands shou'd know it, for they are a couple of the Jealousest, troublesome, impertinent Cuckolds alive.
Pol.
Alack! Alack—O Iezabel! but I will have my Eunuchs fling her from the Window, and the Dogs shall eat her.
L. P.
But, pray Sir, ask him how many times—
Pol.
What, how many times you have Cuckolded 'em?
Elia.
Spare our Modesty, you make the Blood so flush in our Faces.
Pol.
But by Iove I'll let it out, I'll hold her by the Muzzle, and stick her like a Pig—
L. P.
Will you speak to him Sir?
Pol.
See, he understands you without it, he says your Iniquities are innumerable, your Fornications like the hairs of your head, and your Adulteries like the Sands on the Sea shore; that you are all Fish down∣ward; that Lot's Wife is fresh to you, and that when you were little Girls of Seven, you were so wanton, your Mothers ty'd your hands be∣hind you—
Elia.
All this we confess to be true, but we confess too, if Fate had found out any sort of Tools, but those leaden Rogues our Husbands.
L. P.
Whose Wits are as dull as their Appetites—
El.
Mine such a Utensil, as is not fit to wedge a Block.
L. P.
Nor mine the Beetle to drive him—
St. A.
Nay then 'tis time to uncase and be reveng'd.
L. P.
Heark you Strumpet—
El.
Ha, Ha, Ha, are you not fitted finely,
L.P.
—You must turn Fortune-tellers, must you?
Eli.
And think we cou'd not know you?
L. P.
Well Gentlemen, shall homely Beck go down with you at last?
Pol.
But didst thou know me then indeed?
L. P.
As if that sweet Voice of yours cou'd be disguis'd in any shape.
Pol.
Nay, I confess I have a whirl in my Voice, a warble that is parti∣cular—
El.
And what say you Sir, shall musty Wife come into Grace agen?
St. A.
She shall, and, here's my hand on't, all Friends Nell, and when I leave thee agen, may I be Cuckold in earnest.
Pol.
Certain as I live, all this proceeded from his Lady, my dreaming Cuckold Wife cou'd never think on't; well, I am resolv'd this very night, when he Rambles in his sleep, to watch him, slip to his Wife and say no∣thing. Hey! Come, come, where are these Dancers, a little Diversion and then for Bed.