+Sim.+ Abed! a bawd with two teeth would not mumble bacon so: then he is so sparing, you shall wear nothing but from the broker's at second-hand; when, being an ancient's wife, you shall be sure to flourish. +Moll.+ Prythee, go in and busy the old man with a piece of Reynard the Fox,[80] that he may not disturb us; for at this hour I expect Ancient Young and my brother. +Sim.+ Well, I leave you to the managing of Ancient Young, while I go in and flap the old man i' th' mouth with a fox-tail. [_Exit._ _Enter +Alexander+ and +Ancient+._ +Moll.+ Look, look, an' he have not brought him just upon the minute. O sweet, silken Ancient, my mind gives me thee and I shall dance the shaking of the sheets[81] together. +Alex.+ Now, you Mistress Figtail, is the wind come about yet? I ha' brought the gentleman: do not you tell him now, you had rather have his room than his company, and so show your breeding. +Moll.+ Now, fie upon you; by this light you're the wickedest fellow! My brother but abuses you: pray, sir, go over again, you've a handsome spying wit, you may send more truth over in one of your well-penned pamphlets, than all the weekly news we buy for our penny. +Anc.+ Pox on't! I'll stay no longer. +Alex.+ 'Sfoot, thou shalt stay longer; we'll stay her heart--her guts out. +Moll.+ Ha, ha! how will you do for a sister then? +Alex.+ Prythee, Moll, do but look upon him. +Moll.+ Yes, when I ha' no better object. +Alex.+ What canst thou see in him, thou unhandsome hideous thing, that merits not above thee? +Moll.+ What would I give to kiss him! [_Aside._ +Alex.+ Has he not a handsome body, straight legs,[82] a good face? +Moll.+ Yes, but his lips look as if they were as hard as his heart. +Anc.+ 'Sfoot, shalt try that presently. +Moll.+ You're basely, sir, conditioned. Pah! +Alex.+ Why do you spit? +Moll.+ You may go. By this light, he kisses sweetly. [_Aside._ +Alex.+ Do but stay a little, Moll: prythee, Moll, thou knowest my father has wronged him; make him amends, and marry him. +Moll.+ Sweet Master Spendall, spare your busy breath; I must have a wise man, or else none. +Alex.+ And is not he a wise man? +Moll.+ No. +Alex.+ Why? +Moll.+ Because he keeps a fool company. +Alex.+ Why, you are now in's company. +Moll.+ But birds of a feather will fly together; and you and he are seldom asunder.