_L. Du Lake_. 'Tis a great way to the bottom; but heaven is all-sufficient to give me strength for it. [_Drinks it up_.] Why, God's blessing on your heart, son Trice! I hope 'tis no offence to call you son? hem!--hem!--Son Loveby, I think my son Trice and I are much of the same years: let me see, son, if nature be utterly extinct in you: Are you ticklish, son Trice? [_Tickles him_. _Trice_. Are you ticklish, Mother Du Lake? [_Tickles her sides. She falls off her chair; he falls off his to her; they roll one over the other_. _Lov_. I would have all London now show me such another sight of kindness in old age. [_They help each other up_.] Come, a dance, a dance; call for your clerk, Justice; he shall make one, in sign of amity. Strike up, fidlers! [_They dance a round dance, and sing the tune_. _Enter_ ISABELLA _and_ CONSTANCE. _Isa_. Are you at that sport, i'faith? Have among you, blind harpers. [_She falls into the dance_. [_At the dance's ending_, LOVEBY _sees_ CONSTANCE. _Trice_. Is she come? A pox of all honest women at such a time! _Lov_. If she knows who these are, by this light, I am undone. _Const_. Oh, servant! I come to mind you of your promise. Come, produce my hundred pounds; the time's out I set you. _Lov_. Not till dark night, upon my reputation! I have not yet spoke with the gentleman in the black pantaloons; you know he seldom walks abroad by day-light. Dear madam, let me wait on you to your coach; and, if I bring it not within this hour, discard me utterly. _Const_. You must give me leave to salute the company. What are they? _Lov_. Persons of quality of my acquaintance; but I'll make your excuse to 'em. _Const_. Nay, if they are persons of quality, I shall be rude to part from 'em so abruptly. _Lov_. Why so?--the devil owed me a shame; and now he has paid me. I must present 'em, whate'er come on't. [_Aside_.]--This, madam, is my Lady Du Lake--the Lady Springwell--the Lady Hoyden. [_She and_ ISABELLA _salute them_. _Isa_. What a whiff was there came from my Lady Hoyden; and what a garlic breath my Lady Springwell had! _Trice_. Ha, ha, ha, ha! _Lov_. Do not betray me, Justice; if you do--[_Aside_. _Isa_. Oh, are you thereabouts, sir? then I smell a rat, i'faith; but I'll say nothing. [_Aside_. _Const_. Ladies, I am an humble servant to you all; and account it my happiness to have met with so good company at my cousin Trice's. _Trice_. Ha, ha, ha! _L. Du Lake_. Are these two ladies of your acquaintance, son Loveby? _Lov_. Son, quoth a'! a pox of our relation! [_Aside_. _L. Du Lake_. I shall be glad to be better known to your ladyships. _Const_. You too much honour your servants, madam. _Isa_. How Loveby fidges up and down! In what pain he is! well, if these be not they, they call whores, I'll be hanged, though I never saw one before. [_Aside_. _Lov_. Will your ladyship please to go, madam? _Const_. I must beg the favour of these ladies first, that I may know their lodgings, and wait on them.