ACT. IV. SCEN. III.
BY my troth, is was a good Play.
And I am glad I am come home, for I am en'e as weary with this walking; For Gods sake whereabouts do's the pleasure of walking lie? I swear, I have often sought it till I was weary, and yet I could ne're find it.
What do these Halberds at your door?
Halberds, where?
There, at your Lodging.
Friend, what would those Watch-men have?
The house is shut up for the sickness this afternoon.
The sickness?
Yes forsooth, there's a Coach-man dead full of the Tokens.
Where is the Officer?
He is gone to seek the Lady of the House, and some other Company that din'd here yesterday, to bring her in, or carry her to the Pest-house.
Ha! What shall we do, Niece?
If you please to command our Lodging.
It will be too much trouble.
Let's go to Love-all's.
Not I, by my Faith; it is scarce for our Credits to let her come to us.
Why? is she naught?
Faith, Madam, her Reputation is not good.
But what shall we do then?
Dare you adventure to oblige us?
Thank you Sir, We'll go to my Nephews at Covent-Garden; he may shift among his acquaintance.
It was well thought on, the Piazza is hard by too.
We'll borrow your Coach thither, and we'll send it you back again straite.
We'll wait upon you, Madam.
This accident troubles me; I am heartily sorry for the poor Fellow.