_Mons._ She does want a gown, indeed; she is in her _déshabillé_. This _déshabillé_ is a great mode in England; the women love the _déshabillé_ as well as the men, _ma foi!_ [_Peeping under her scarf._ _Flirt._ Well, if we should stay and sup with you, I warrant you would be bragging of it to-morrow amongst your comrades, that you had the company of two women of quality at the French-house, and name us. _Mar._ Pleasant jilts! [_Aside._ _Ger._ No, upon our honours, we would not brag of your company. _Flou._ Upon your honours? _Mar._ No, faith. _Flou._ Come, we will venture to sit down then: yet I know the vanity of you men; you could not contain yourselves from bragging. _Ger._ No, no; you women now-a-days have found out the pleasure of bragging, and will allow it the men no longer. _Mar._ Therefore, indeed, we dare not stay to sup with you; for you would be sure to tell on't. _Ger._ And we are young men who stand upon our reputations. _Flou._ You are very pleasant, gentlemen. _Mar._ For my part I am to be married shortly, and know 'twould quickly come to my mistress's ear. _Ger._ And for my part I must go visit to-morrow betimes a new city mistress; and you know they are as inquisitive as precise in the city. _Flirt._ Come, come; pray leave this fooling; sit down again, and let us bespeak supper. _Ger._ No, faith, I dare not. _Mar._ Besides, we have supped. _Flou._ No matter, we only desire you should look on while we eat, and put the glass about, or so. [GERRARD _and_ MARTIN _offer to go._ _Flirt._ Pray, stay. _Ger._ Upon my life I dare not. _Flou._ Upon our honours we will not tell, if you are in earnest. _Ger._ Pshaw! pshaw!--I know the vanity of you women; you could not contain yourselves from bragging. _Mons. Ma foi!_ is it certain? ha! ha! ha!--Hark you, madam, can't you fare well but you must cry roast-meat? You spoil your trade by bragging of your gains; The silent sow (madam) does eat most grains.--da-- _Flirt._ Your servant, monsieur fop. _Flou._ Nay, faith, do not go, we will no more tell-- _Mons._ Than you would of a clap, if you had it; dat's the only secret you can keep, _jarni!_ _Mar._ I am glad we are rid of these jilts. _Ger._ And we have taken a very ridiculous occasion. _Mons._ Wat! must we leave the lady then? dis is dam civility Englis, _ma foi!_ _Flirt._ Nay, sir, you have too much of the French air, to have so little honour and good breeding. [_Pulling him back._ _Mons._ Dee you tinke so then, sweet madam, I have mush of de French eyre? _Flirt._ More than any Frenchman breathing. _Mons._ Auh, you are the curtoise dame; _morbleu!_ I shall stay then, if you think so. Monsieur Gerrard, you will be certain to see the lady to-morrow? pray not forget, ha! ha! ha! _Ger._ No, no, sir. _Mar._ You will go then? _Ger._ I will go on a fool's errand for once. [_Exeunt_ GERRARD _and_ MARTIN. _Flou._ What will you eat, sir? _Mons._ Wat you please, madam.