_Mons._ Yes, sir, sure, I know 'em.--[_Aside to them._] Pray, ladies, say as I say, or you will spoil my wedding, for I am just going to be married; and if my uncle or mistress should know who you are, it might break off the match. _Flou._ We come on purpose to break the match. _Mons._ How! _Flirt._ Why, d'ye think to marry, and leave us so in the lurch? _Mons._ What do the jades mean? [_Aside._ _Don._ Come, who are they? what would they have? If they come to the wedding, ladies, I assure you there will be none to-day here. _Mons._ They won't trouble you, sir; they are going again.--Ladies, you hear what my uncle says; I know you won't trouble him.--[_Aside._] I wish I were well rid of 'em. _Flou._ You shall not think to put us off so. [_Aside._ _Don._ Who are they? what are their names? _Flirt._ We are, sir-- _Mons._ Nay, for Heaven's sake don't tell who you are, for you will undo me, and spoil my match infallibly. [_Aside to them._ _Flou._ We care not, 'tis our business to spoil matches. _Mons._ You need not, for I believe married men are your best customers, for greedy bachelors take up with their wives. _Don._ Come, pray ladies, if you have no business here, be pleased to retire; for few of us are in humour to be so civil to you as you may deserve. _Mons._ Ay, prithee, dear jades, get you gone. _Flirt._ We will not stir. _Don._ Who are they, I say, fool? and why don't they go? _Flou._ We are, sir-- _Mons._ Hold! hold!--They are persons of honour and quality, and-- _Flirt._ We are no persons of honour and quality, sir, we are-- _Mons._ They are modest ladies, and being in a kind of disguise, will not own their quality. _Flou._ We modest ladies! _Mons._ Why, sometimes you are in the humour to pass for women of honour and quality; prithee, dear jades, let your modesty and greatness come upon you now. [_Aside to them._ _Flirt._ Come, sir, not to delude you, as he would have us, we are-- _Mons._ Hold! hold!-- _Flirt._ The other night at the French-house-- _Mons._ Hold, I say!--'Tis even true as Gerrard says, the women will tell, I see. _Flou._ If you would have her silent, stop her mouth with that ring. _Mons._ Will that do't? here, here--'Tis worth one hundred and fifty pounds.--[_Takes off his ring and gives it her._] But I must not lose my match, I must not lose a trout for a fly.--That men should live to hire women to silence! _Re-enter_ GERRARD, HIPPOLITA, Parson, _and_ PRUE. _Don._ Oh, are you come again. [_Draws his sword and runs at them_, Monsieur _holds him._ _Mons._ Oh! hold! hold! uncle!--What, are you mad, Gerrard, to expose yourself to a new danger? why would you come out yet? _Ger._ Because our danger now is over, I thank the parson there. And now we must beg-- [GERRARD _and_ HIPPOLITA _kneel._ _Mons._ Nay, faith, uncle, forgive him now, since he asks you forgiveness upon his knees, and my poor cousin too. _Hip._ You are mistaken, cousin; we ask him blessing, and you forgiveness.