_Wood._ And down went chairs and table, and out went every candle. Ho, brave old patriarch in the middle of the church militant! whores of all sorts; forkers and ruin-tailed: Now come I gingling in with my bells, and fly at the whole covey. _Aldo._ A hey, a hey, boys! the town's thy own; burn, ravish, and destroy! _Wood._ We will have a night of it, like Alexander, when he burnt Persepolis: _tuez, tuez, tuez! point de quartier._ [_He runs in amongst them, and they scuttle about the room._ _Enter_ SAINTLY, PLEASANCE, JUDITH, _with Broom-sticks._ _Saint._ What, in the midst of Sodom! O thou lewd young man! my indignation boils over against these harlots; and thus I sweep them from out my family. _Pleas._ Down with the Suburbians, down with them. _Aldo._ O spare my daughters, Mrs Saintly! Sweet Mrs Pleasance, spare my flesh and blood! _Wood._ Keep the door open, and help to secure the retreat, father: There is no pity to be expected. [_The Whores run out, followed by_ SAINTLY, PLEASANCE, _and_ JUDITH. _Aldo._ Welladay, welladay! one of my daughters is big with bastard, and she laid at her gascoins most unmercifully! every stripe she had, I felt it: The first fruit of whoredom is irrecoverably lost! _Wood._ Make haste, and comfort her. _Aldo._ I will, I will; and yet I have a vexatious business, which calls me first another way. The rogue, my son, is certainly come over; he has been seen in town four days ago. _Wood._ It is impossible: I'll not believe it. _Aldo._ A friend of mine met his old man, Giles, this very morning, in quest of me; and Giles assured him, his master is lodged in this very street. _Wood._ In this very street! how knows he that? _Aldo._ He dogged him to the corner of it; and then my son turned back, and threatened him. But I'll find out Giles, and then I'll make such an example of my reprobate! [_Exit._ _Wood._ If Giles be discovered, I am undone!--Why, Gervase, where are you, sirrah! Hey, hey! _Enter_ GERVASE. Run quickly to that betraying rascal Giles, a rogue, who would take Judas's bargain out of his hands, and undersell him. Command him strictly to mew himself up in his lodgings, till farther orders: and in case he be refractory, let him know, I have not forgot to kick and cudgel. That _memento_ would do well for you too, sirrah. _Gerv._ Thank your worship; you have always been liberal of your hands to me. _Wood._ And you have richly deserved it. _Gerv._ I will not say, who has better deserved it of my old master. _Wood._ Away, old Epictetus, about your business, and leave your musty morals, or I shall-- _Gerv._ Nay, I won't forfeit my own wisdom so far as to suffer for it. Rest you merry: I'll do my best, and heaven mend all. [_Exit._ _Enter_ SAINTLY. _Saint._ Verily, I have waited till you were alone, and am come to rebuke you, out of the zeal of my spirit.