[_One of the Ladies, looking out, discovers their deserted Knights attired like their favourites, with their cloaks over their faces._ LADY. They come, they come, they come! ALL. Let's entertain them with a joint neglect. SCENE IV. _As their husbands pass along, they take occasion of discourse one with another._ KNIGHTS. Let us pass by them with regardless scorn. SIR REU. Pox on these overacting prostitutes! They sate mine appetite. [_They interchange these expresses as they pass by their Ladies' room._ SIR TRIS. Fancy so fed Begets a surfeit, ere it gets to bed. SIR GRE. Ere I Platonic turn or Confidant, Or an officious servant to a puss, Whose honour lies at stake, let me become A scorn to my relations. SIR ART. Or when I Engage my person, like a profess'd bolt, To vindicate a mistress, who for sale Would set her soul at hazard, may my grave Be in the kennel, and the scavenger The penman of my epitaph! SIR JAS. Or I Embrace a monkey for a mass of treasure. SIR AMA. May never down seize on this downless chin, When I become an usher to her sin. SIR REU. So, let them chaw of this. Our scene is done, We'll leave the rest to their digestion: We must return those Adamites their clothes To make their visits in, or they're lost men; But it were strange, should they recruit again. [_Exeunt._ SCENE V. FRI. How is it, ladies? CAV. Sure, we're in a dream. Whence comes this strangeness? JUL. From the too much freedom Of our affection: had we kept them still, At a discreeter distance, we had play'd The wiser falc'ners, and caus'd them stoop Unto our lure with eager appetite. Fruits offer'd are least valu'd: got by stealth Or by surprise, they're precious. JOC. Shall we sleep With this affront? MED. Our spirits were remiss, Should we not pay them home in their own coin. TIN. Let Tinder lose her name, her family, And alimony (which she values most), If Tilly suffer not for this disgrace. ALL. We vow the like: revenge may be excus'd, For love resolves to hate when 'tis abus'd. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VI. _The Favourites appear to their half-bodies in their shirts, in rooms above._ FLO. Why, you whoreson rogue! where's my suit? As I hope for mercy, I am half-persuaded that this slip-halter has pawned my clothes. CAR. Nay, as our rooms be near, our fates are all alike. If my visit be admitted, I must present it naked. JOC. When she sees her Salibrand so unmodiously accoutred, she will jeer him out of his periwig, and render him an Adamite cap-a-pie. PAL. Never were servants without a dress less suitable to ladies of the New Dress. SAL. We shall be held for salemen, or Knights of the White Livery, if we encounter them thus habited. MOR. Nay, rather for Knights o' th' Post, who had forfeited their broked suits for want of swearing. TIL. Nay, for tumblers, truckers, or scullermen: Plato, in all his Commonweal, had never such naked followers.