_Cor_. And to encourage a young Setter up, I do here promise to be the most Mistress-like Wife,--You know, Signior, I have learnt the trade, though I had not stock to practise; and will be as expensive, insolent, vain, extravagant and inconstant, as if you only had the keeping part, and another the amorous Assignations. What think ye, Sir? _Fil_. Faith, she pleads well, and ought to carry the Cause. _Gal_. She speaks Reason, and I’m resolv’d to trust good Nature:--Give me thy dear hand.-- [_They all join to give it him, he kisses it_. _Mor_. And now ye are both sped, pray give me leave to ask ye a civil question; are you sure you have been honest? if you have, I know not by what miracle you have liv’d. _Pet_. Oh, Sir, as for that, I had a small stock of Cash in the hands of a couple of _English_ Bankers, one Sir _Signal Buffoon_-- Sir _Sig_. Sir _Signal Buffoon_, what a pox, does he mean me trow? [_Peeping_. _Pet_.--And one Mr. _Tickletext_. _Tick_. How was that? _certo_, my Name! [_Peeps out, and both see each other; their faces being close together, one at one side the Curtain, and t’other at t’other_. _Gal_. and _Fil_. Ha, ha, ha. Sir _Sig_. And have I caught you, i’faith, Mr. Governour? Nay, ne’er put in your head for the matter, here’s none but Friends, mun. _Gal_. How now, what have we here? Sir _Sig_. Speak of the Devil, and he appears. [_Pulls his Governour forward_. _Tick_. I am undone,--but, good Sir _Signal_, do not cry Whore first, as the old Proverb says. Sir _Sig_. And good Mr. Governour, as another old Proverb says, do not let the Kettle call the Pot black-arse!-- _Fil_. How came you hither, Gentlemen? Sir _Sig_. Why faith, Sir, divining of a Wedding or two forward, I brought Mr. Chaplain to give you a cast of his Office, as the saying is. _Fil_. What, without Book, Mr. _Tickletext_? _Cor_. How now, sure you mistake, these are two Lovers of mine. Sig _Sig_. How, Sir, your Lovers! we are none of those, Sir, we are _Englishmen_. _Gal_. You mistake, Sir _Signal_, this is _Silvianetta_. Sir _Sig_. and _Tick_. How! [_Aside_. _Gal_. Here’s another Spark of your acquaintance,--do you know him? _Tick_. How, _Barberacho_! nay, then all will out.-- _Gal_. Yes, and your Fencing and Civility-Master. Sir _Sig_. Ay,--Why, what, was it you that pickt our Pockets then, and cheated us? _Gal_. Most damnably,--but since ‘twas for the supply of two fair Ladies, all shall be restor’d again. _Tick_. Some comfort that. _Fil_. Come, let’s in and forgive all; ‘twas but one Night’s Intrigue, in which all were a little faulty. Sir _Sig_. And Governour, pray let me have no more Domineering and Usurpation: but as we have hitherto been honest Brothers in Iniquity, so let’s wink hereafter at each others Frailties; Since Love and Women easily betray Man, From the grave Gown-man to the busy Lay-man. EPILOGUE. Spoken by Mr. _Smith_.