[_Their pages bring their clothes._ FLO. Now, you hemp-strings, had you no time to nim us, but when we were upon our visits? PAGES. Your suits, sir, were not without employment. They were seam-rent, and stood in need of stitching. ALL. Go to, rogues, you will never hang well together till you be stitched in a halter. [_They attire themselves._ PAGES. Well, we got more clear gains by this shift than you will by your visit. [_Aside._ CAR. We trench too much upon these ladies' patience: Better too late than never; let us haste To crown their longing hopes with our attendance: Delays in visits quicken our desires, And in their objects kindle secret fires. [_They come down buttoning themselves._ [Sidenote: _Fastus in Antidotum frigoris, processit et urget Insolitos motus, lepidæque Cupidinis æstus, Vestibus amictus laceratis, alget et ardet._--Solin.] FLO. 'Tis high meridian! we've lost the time Of our appointed treatment.[169] CAR. Let's contrive Some neat evasion covertly disguis'd To bear the face of truth. SAL. It would do well, Let's mould it as we go unto the garden.[170] MOR. 'Twere vain to call; they're long ere this dismiss'd.[171] PAL. And with incens'd spirits; which t' allay Were a receipt worth purchase. TIL. Th' wound's so green, It must admit a cure. Our confidence Prepares us best admittance; go along. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VII. _Enter the_ ALIMONY LADIES _at the other door_. FLO. How opportunely doth this season meet To give us freedom in our intercourse! MOR. There is a secret influence, no doubt, Design'd to second us in our desires. [_They go towards their Ladies._ FLO. Madam! FRI. We were mad dames indeed, should we give freedom to such injurious favourites. CAR. This is stormy language; I ever thought our late neglect would nettle them. [_Aside._ FRI. You can affront us, sir, and with your wit Take a deep draught of Lethe and forget! FLO. Forget! 'Slid, I did ne'er affront you. FRI. No? Nor with a screw'd contemptuous look pass by us When we were at our treat? and with a scorn Not only slight us, but impeach our fame? FLO. I call the heavens to witness, never I! FRI. Perfidious wretch! this did I hear and see, And such records cannot deluded be. Your words, sir, are regist'red. FLO. Pray, let's hear them. FRI. You begun first with what your ulcerous flesh, If I be not deceiv'd, infected is. [_The Favourites, as they appeared to their half-bodies in the preceding scene: so the deserted Knights become spectators of those public affronts done them by their Ladies: only presenting themselves, and so withdrawing._ HUS. Hah, hah, hah! how neatly be these widgeons catcht in their own springes! TRILLO _from the gallery_. Bravely continued, Timon, as I live; Each subtle strain deserves a laurel sprig. FRI. "Pox on these overacting prostitutes They sate mine appetite." CAR. What might I say, That should disrelish Madam Caveare?