_L. Fid._ Money! foh! you talk like a little fellow now: do such as we expect money? _Horn._ I beg your pardon, madam, I must confess, I have heard that great ladies, like great merchants, set but the higher prices upon what they have, because they are not in necessity of taking the first offer. _Mrs. Dain._ Such as we make sale of our hearts? _Mrs. Squeam._ We bribed for our love? foh! _Horn._ With your pardon ladies, I know, like great men in offices, you seem to exact flattery and attendance only from your followers; but you have receivers about you, and such fees to pay, a man is afraid to pass your grants. Besides, we must let you win at cards, or we lose your hearts; and if you make an assignation, 'tis at a goldsmith's, jeweller's, or china-house; where for your honour you deposit to him, he must pawn his to the punctual cit, and so paying for what you take up, pays for what he takes up. _Mrs. Dain._ Would you not have us assured of our gallants' love? _Mrs. Squeam._ For love is better known by liberality than by jealousy. _L. Fid._ For one may be dissembled, the other not.--[_Aside._] But my jealousy can be no longer dissembled, and they are telling ripe.--[_Aloud._]--Come, here's to our gallants in waiting, whom we must name, and I'll begin. This is my false rogue. [_Claps him on the back._ _Mrs. Squeam._ How! _Horn._ So, all will out now. [_Aside._ _Mrs. Squeam._ Did you not tell me, 'twas for my sake only you reported yourself no man? [_Aside to_ HORNER. _Mrs. Dain._ Oh, wretch! did you not swear to me, 'twas for my love and honour you passed for that thing you do? [_Aside to_ HORNER. _Horn._ So, so. _L. Fid._ Come, speak, ladies: this is my false villain. _Mrs. Squeam._ And mine too. _Mrs. Dain._ And mine. _Horn._ Well then, you are all three my false rogues too, and there's an end on't. _L. Fid._ Well then, there's no remedy; sister sharers, let us not fall out, but have a care of our honour. Though we get no presents, no jewels of him, we are savers of our honour, the jewel of most value and use, which shines yet to the world unsuspected, though it be counterfeit. _Horn._ Nay, and is e'en as good as if it were true, provided the world think so; for honour, like beauty now, only depends on the opinion of others. _L. Fid._ Well, Harry Common, I hope you can be true to three. Swear; but 'tis to no purpose to require your oath, for you are as often forsworn as you swear to new women. _Horn._ Come, faith, madam, let us e'en pardon one another; for all the difference I find betwixt we men and you women, we forswear ourselves at the beginning of an amour, you as long as it lasts. _Enter_ Sir JASPER FIDGET, _and_ Old Lady SQUEAMISH. _Sir Jasp._ Oh, my Lady Fidget, was this your cunning, to come to Mr. Horner without me? but you have been nowhere else, I hope. _L. Fid._ No, Sir Jasper. _L. Squeam._ And you came straight hither, Biddy? _Mrs. Squeam._ Yes, indeed, lady grandmother.