_L. Flip._ Another husband, another husband, foh! _Lyd._ There does not pass a night here but many a match is made. _L. Flip._ That a woman of honour should have the word match in her mouth!--but I hope, madam, the fellows do not make honourable love here, do they? I abominate honourable love, upon my honour. _Lyd._ If they should make honourable love here, I know you would prevent 'em. _Re-enter_ VINCENT _and_ DAPPERWIT.--_They walk slowly towards the_ Ladies. But here come two men will inform you what to do. _L. Flip._ Do they come?--are they men certainly? _Lyd._ Prepare for an assault, they'll put you to't. _L. Flip._ Will they put us to't certainly? I was never put to't yet. If they should put us to't, I should drop down, down, certainly. _Lyd._ I believe, truly, you would not have power to run away. _L. Flip._ Therefore I will not stay the push.--They come! they come! oh, the fellows come! [Lady FLIPPANT _runs away,_ LYDIA _follows, and_ VINCENT _and_ DAPPERWIT _after them._ _Re-enter_ Lady FLIPPANT _at the other side, alone._ _L. Flip._ So! I am got off clear! I did not run from the men, but my companion. For all their brags, men have hardly courage to set upon us when our number is equal; now they shall see I defy 'em:--for we women have always most courage when we are alone. But, a pox! the lazy rogues come not! or they are drunk and cannot run. Oh drink! abominable drink! instead of inflaming love, it quenches it; and for one lover it encourages, it makes a thousand impotent. Curse on all wine! even Rhenish wine and sugar-- _Enter_ Sir SIMON ADDLEPLOT, _muffled in a cloak._ But fortune will not see me want; here comes a single bully,--I wish he may stand;-- For now a-nights the jostling nymph is bolder Than modern satyr with his cloak o'er shoulder. Well met, sir. [_She puts on her mask._ _Sir Sim._ How shall I know that, forsooth? Who are you? do you know me? _L. Flip._ Who are you? don't you know me? _Sir Sim._ Not I, faith and troth! _L. Flip._ I am glad on't; for no man e'er liked a woman the better for having known her before. _Sir Sim._ Ay, but then one can't be so free with a new acquaintance as with an old one; she may deny one the civility. _L. Flip._ Not till you ask her. _Sir Sim._ But I am afraid to be denied. _L. Flip._ Let me tell you, sir, you cannot disoblige us women more than in distrusting us. _Sir Sim._ Pish! what should one ask for, when you know one's meaning?--but shall I deal freely with you? _L. Flip._ I love, of my life, men should deal freely with me; there are so few men will deal freely with one-- _Sir Sim._ Are you not a fireship,[32] a punk, madam? _L. Flip._ Well, sir, I love raillery. _Sir Sim._ Faith and troth, I do not rally, I deal freely. _L. Flip._ This is the time and place for freedom, sir. _Sir Sim._ Are you handsome?