_Bor._ Have you no Ladies i'th next roome, to advance A present mirth? What a dull house you governe? Farewell, a wife's no company--_Aretina_, J've summ'd up my estate, and find we may have A month good yet. _Are._ What meane you? _Bo._ And Jde rather Be Lord one moneth of pleasures, to the height And rapture of our senses, than be yeares, Consuming what we have in foolish temperance, Live in the darke, and no fame waite upon us, I will live so, posterity shall stand At gaze when I am mentioned. _Are._ A mon'th good, And what shall be done then. _Bor._ Ile over Sea, And traile a pike, with watching, marching, lying In trenches, with enduring cold, and hunger, And taking here and there a musketshot, I can earne every weeke foure shillings Madam, And if the bullets favour me to snatch Any superfluous limbe, when I returne With good friends, I despaire not to be enrold Poore Knight of Windsore; for your course Madam, No doubt you may doe well, your friends are great, Or if your poverty, and their pride cannot Agree, you neede not trouble much invention, To find a trade to live by, there are customers, Farewell, be frolicke Madam, if I live I will feast all my senses, and not fall Lesse than a _Phaeton_ from my throne of Pleasure, Though my estate flame like the world about me. _Are._ Tis very pretty. _Enter Decoy._ Madam _Decoy_. _De._ What melancholy _Exit._ After so sweet a nights worke? Have not I Shew'd my selfe Mistris of my art. _Are._ A Lady. _De._ That title makes the credit of the act A story higher, y'ave not seene him yet, I wonder what hee'le say. _Are._ He's here. _Ale._ Beare up _Enter Alexander and Fredericke._ My little _Mirmidan_, does not _Jacke Littleworth_ Follow? _Fre._ Follow? He fell into the Thames At landing. _Alex._ The devill shall dive for him Ere I endanger my silke stockings for him, Let the Watermen alone, they have drags and engins, When he has drunke his Julip, I shall laugh To see him come in pickeld the next tide. _Fre._ Hee'le never sinke, he has such a corke braine. _Ale._ Let him be hang'd or drown'd alls one to me, Yet he deserves to die by water, cannot Beare his wine credibly. _Fre._ Is not this my Aunt? _Ale._ And another hansome Lady, I must know her. _Fre._ My bloud is rampant too, I must court some body, As good my Aunt, as any other body. _Are._ Where have you beene cozen? _Fre._ At the bridge, At the Beares foote, where our first health began To the faire _Aretina_, whose sweet company Was wished by all, we could not get a lay, a Tumbler, a Device, a _bona roba_ For any money, drawers were growne dull; We wanted our true firkes and our vagaries; When were you in drinke Aunt? _Are._ How? _Fr._ Do not Ladies Play the good fellowes too? there's no true mirth Without e'm, I have now such tickling fancies, That Doctour of the chaire of wit, has read A precious lecture, how I should behave My selfe to Ladies, as now for example.