KNOCK. Yes, and wear a dressing, top and top-gallant, to compare with e'er a husband on 'em all, for a foretop: it is the vapour of spirit in the wife to cuckold now a days, as it is the vapour of fashion in the husband not to suspect. Your prying cat-eyed citizen is an abominable vapour. MRS. LIT. Lord, what a fool have I been! WHIT. Mend then, and do every ting like a lady hereafter; never know ty husband from another man. KNOCK. Nor any one man from another, but in the dark. WHIT. Ay, and then it ish no disgrash to know any man. URS. [_within._] Help, help here! KNOCK. How now? what vapour's there? _Re-enter URSULA._ URS. O, you are a sweet ranger, and look well to your walks! Yonder is your punk of Turnbull, ramping Alice, has fallen upon the poor gentlewoman within, and pull'd her hood over her ears, and her hair through it. _Enter ALICE, beating and driving in MRS. OVERDO._ MRS. OVER. Help, help, in the king's name! ALICE. A mischief on you, they are such as you are that undo us and take our trade from us, with your tuft-taffata haunches. KNOCK. How now, Alice! ALICE. The poor common whores can have no traffic for the privy rich ones; your caps and hoods of velvet call away our customers, and lick the fat from us. URS. Peace, you foul ramping jade, you-- ALICE. Od's foot, you bawd in grease, are you talking? KNOCK. Why, Alice, I say. ALICE. Thou sow of Smithfield, thou! URS. Thou tripe of Turnbull! KNOCK. Cat-a-mountain vapours, ha! URS. You know where you were taw'd lately; both lash'd and slash'd you were in Bridewell. ALICE. Ay, by the same token you rid that week, and broke out the bottom of the cart, night-tub. KNOCK. Why, lion face, ha! do you know who I am? shall I tear ruff, slit waistcoat, make rags of petticoat, ha! go to, vanish for fear of vapours. Whit, a kick, Whit, in the parting vapour. [_They kick out Alice._] Come, brave woman, take a good heart, thou shalt be a lady too. WHIT. Yes fait, dey shall all both be ladies, and write madam: I vill do't myself for dem. Do is the word, and D is the middle letter of madam, D D, put 'em together, and make deeds, without which all words are alike, la. KNOCK. 'Tis true: Ursula, take them in, open thy wardrobe, and fit them to their calling. Green gowns, crimson petticoats, green women, my lord mayor's green women! guests o' the game, true bred. I'll provide you a coach to take the air in. MRS. LIT. But do you think you can get one? KNOCK. O, they are common as wheelbarrows where there are great dunghills. Every pettifogger's wife has 'em; for first he buys a coach that he may marry, and then he marries that he may be made cuckold in't: for if their wives ride not to their cuckolding, they do them no credit. [_Exeunt Ursula, Mrs. Littlewit, and Mrs. Overdo._]--_Hide, and be hidden, ride and be ridden,_ says the vapour of experience. _Enter TROUBLEALL._ TRO. By what warrant does it say so?