FIT. Should be elſe-where truſted. Yo’ are much about the truth. Sweet honoured _Ladies_, _He enters himſelfe with the_ Ladies. Let mee fall in wi’ you. I’ha’ my female wit, As well as my male. And I doe know what ſutes 155 A _Lady_ of ſpirit, or a woman of faſhion! WIT. And you would haue your wife ſuch. FIT. Yes, _Madame_, aërie, Light; not to plaine diſhoneſty, I meane: But, ſomewhat o’ this ſide. WIT. I take you, Sir. H’has reaſon _Ladies_. I’ll not giue this ruſh 160 For any _Lady_, that cannot be honeſt Within a thred. TAY. Yes, _Madame_, and yet venter As far for th’other, in her Fame-- WIT. As can be; Coach it to _Pimlico_; daunce the _Saraband_; [151] Heare, and talke bawdy; laugh as loud, as a larum; 165 Squeake, ſpring, do any thing. EIT. In young company, _Madame_. TAY. Or afore gallants. If they be braue, or _Lords_, A woman is ingag’d. FIT. I ſay ſo, _Ladies_, It is ciuility to deny vs nothing. PVG. You talke of a _Vniuerſity_! why, _Hell_ is 170 A Grammar-ſchoole to this! _The_ Diuell _admires him_. EIT. But then, Shee muſt not loſe a looke on ſtuffes, or cloth, _Madame_. TAY. Nor no courſe fellow. WIT. She muſt be guided, _Madame_ By the clothes he weares, and company he is in; Whom to ſalute, how farre-- FIT. I ha’ told her this. 175 And how that bawdry too, vpo’ the point, Is (in it ſelfe) as ciuill a diſcourſe-- WIT. As any other affayre of fleſh, what euer. FIT. But ſhee will ne’r be capable, ſhee is not So much as comming, _Madame_; I know not how 180 She loſes all her opportunities With hoping to be forc’d. I’haue entertain’d _He ſhews his_ Pug. A gentleman, a younger brother, here, Whom I would faine breed vp, her _Eſcudero_, Againſt ſome expectation’s that I haue, 185 And ſhe’ll not countenance him. WIT. What’s his name? FIT. _Diuel_, o’ _Darbi-ſhire_. EIT. Bleſſe us from him! TAY. _Diuell?_ Call him _De-uile_, ſweet _Madame_. M^rs. FI. What you pleaſe, _Ladies_. TAY. _De-uile’s_ a prettier name! EIT. And ſounds, me thinks, As it came in with the _Conquerour_-- MAN. Ouer ſmocks! 190 What things they are? That nature ſhould be at leaſure Euer to make ’hem! my woing is at an end. Manly _goes out with indignation_. WIT. What can he do? EIT. Let’s heare him.