_L. Flip._ Joan's as good as my lady in the dark, certainly: but men that deal freely never ask questions, certainly. _Sir Sim._ How then! I thought to deal freely, and put a woman to the question, had been all one. _L. Flip._ But, let me tell you, those that deal freely indeed, take a woman by-- _Sir Sim._ What, what, what, what? _L. Flip._ By the hand--and lead her aside. _Sir Sim._ Now I understand you; come along then. _Enter behind_ Musicians _with torches._ _L. Flip._ What unmannerly rascals are those that bring light into the Park? 'twill not be taken well from 'em by the women, certainly.--[_Aside._] Still disappointed! _Sir Sim._ Oh, the fiddles, the fiddles! I sent for them hither to oblige the women, not to offend 'em; for I intend to serenade the whole Park to-night. But my frolic is not without an intrigue, faith and troth: for I know the fiddles will call the whole herd of vizard masks together; and then shall I discover if a strayed mistress of mine be not amongst 'em, whom I treated to-night at the French-house; but as soon as the jilt had eat up my meat and drunk her two bottles, she ran away from me, and left me alone. _L. Flip._ How! is it he? Addleplot!--that I could not know him by his faith and troth! [_Aside._ _Sir Sim._ Now I would understand her tricks; because I intend to marry her, and should be glad to know what I must trust to. _L. Flip._ So thou shalt;--but not yet. [_Aside._ _Sir Sim._ Though I can give a great guess already; for if I have any intrigue or sense in me, she is as arrant a jilt as ever pulled pillow from under husband's head, faith and troth. Moreover she is bow-legged, hopper-hipped, and, betwixt pomatum and Spanish red, has a complexion like a Holland cheese, and no more teeth left than such as give a _haut goût_ to her breath; but she is rich, faith and troth. _L. Flip._ [_Aside._] Oh rascal! he has heard somebody else say all this of me. But I must not discover myself, lest I should be disappointed of my revenge; for I will marry him. [_The_ Musicians _approaching, exit_ FLIPPANT. _Sir Sim._ What, gone!--come then, strike up, my lads. _Enter_ Men _and_ Women _in vizards--a Dance, during which_ Sir SIMON ADDLEPLOT, _for the most part, stands still in a cloak and vizard; but sometimes goes about peeping, and examining the_ Women's _clothes--the Dance ended, all exeunt._ _Re-enter_ Lady FLIPPANT _and_ LYDIA, _after them_ VINCENT _and_ DAPPERWIT. _L. Flip._ [_To_ LYDIA.] Nay, if you stay any longer, I must leave you again. [_Going off._ _Vin._ We have overtaken them at last again. These are they: they separate too; and that's but a challenge to us. _Dap._ Let me perish! ladies-- _Lyd._ Nay, good madam, let's unite, now here's the common enemy upon us. _Vin._ Damn me! ladies-- _Dap._ Hold, a pox! you are too rough.--Let me perish! ladies-- _Lyd._ Not for want of breath, gentlemen:--we'll stay rather.