Scene 36.
Enter Madamoiselle Pleasure, Wanton, Surfet, Idle, Excess, her Maids: They all weep.
ALl speak.
Pray turn us not out of your Service for one fault.
Pleasure.
Why you are the ground wherein all Mischief is sown, and whereon all Vice grows; besides, you are the only Bawds for Adul∣tery.
Wanton.
No indeed, the chief Bawds to Adultery, are publick Meetings of all kinds, either Divine, Customary, Triumphant, or Recreative: Also Bravery, whether Ceremonious Gallantry, or Magnificency: Likewise Beauty, Wit, Diligence, Observance, and rich Presents: besides Jealousie and Covetousness.
Pleasure.
No, Wanton, it is your glancing Eyes, simpering Countenance, and toyish Tricks.
Wanton.
Truly Madam, Idle and I are fitter to make Wenches than Bawds,