+Ware.+ What lady, pray? +1st Foot.+ Madam Aurelia, sir. +Ware.+ O!---- +2d Foot.+ Sir, they are A brace of pictures, with which my lady prays She will adorn her chamber. +Ware.+ Male pictures, pray, Or female? +1st Foot.+ Why d'you ask? +Ware.+ Because, methinks, It should be Mars and Venus in a net; Aretine's postures,[261] or a naked nymph Lying asleep, and some lascivious satyr Taking her lineaments. These are pictures which Delight my wife. +2d Foot.+ These are night-pieces, sir. +Mis. Hol.+ Lord, how I long to see 'em! I have at home The finest ravish'd Lucrece. +Mis. Scr.+ So have I The finest fall of Babylon! There is A fat monk spewing churches, save your presence. +Mis. Hol.+ Pray, will you open 'em? +1st Foot.+ My lady charged us None should have sight of 'em, sir, but your wife. +Ware.+ Because you make so dainty, I will see 'em. [_Draws the curtain; within are discovered +Bright+ and +Newcut+._ +2d Foot.+ 'Tis out of our commission. +Ware.+ But not of mine. Hell and damnation! +1st Foot.+ How do you like 'em, sir? +Mis. Hol.+ Look, they are pictur'd in their clothes! +Mis. Sea.+ They stir, too. +2d Foot.+ Sir, they are drawn to life; a master's hand Went to 'em, I assure you. +Ware.+ Out, varlets, bawds! Panders, avoid my house! O devil! are you My wife's night-pieces? [_They come out._ +Bright.+ Sir, you are rude, uncivil, And would be beaten. +New.+ We cannot come in private On business to your wife, but you must be Inquisitive. Sir, thank God 'tis in your own house; The place protects you. +Bright.+ If such an insolence 'Scape unreveng'd, henceforth no ladies shall Have secret servants. +New.+ Here she comes; we'll ask If she gave you commission to be so bold. +Ware.+ Why this is far beyond example rare. Now I conceive what is Platonic love: 'Tis to have men, like pictures, brought disguised, To cuckold us with virtue. [_They whisper._ SCENE VIII. _Enter +Dorcas+._ +Dor.+ He would not offer't, would he? +Bright.+ We have been In danger to be searched: hereafter we Must first be question'd by an officer, And bring it under hands we are no men, Or have nought dangerous about us, before We shall obtain access. +New.+ We do expect In time your husband, to preserve you chaste, Should keep you with a guard of eunuchs, or Confine you, like Italians, to a room Where no male beast is pictur'd, lest the sight Of aught that can beget should stir desires.