_Dap._ Come, come, this gentleman will not think the worse of a woman for my acquaintance with her. He has seen me bring your daughter to the lure with a chiney-orange, from one side of the playhouse to the other. _Mrs. Cros._ I would have the gentleman and you to know my daughter is a girl of reputation, though she has been seen in your company; but is now so sensible of her past danger, that she is resolved never more to venture her pitcher to the well, as they say. _Dap._ How's that, widow? I wonder at your confidence. _Mrs. Cros._ I wonder at your old impudence, that where you have had so frequent repulses you should provoke another, and bring your friend here to witness your disgrace. _Dap._ Hark you, widow, a little. _Mrs. Cros._ What, have you mortgaged my daughter to that gentleman; and now would offer me a snip to join in the security! _Dap._ [_Aside._] She overhead me talk of a bargain;--'twas unlucky.--[_Aloud._] Your wrath is grounded upon a mistake; Miss Lucy herself shall be judge; call her out, pray. _Mrs. Cros._ She shall not; she will not come to you. _Dap._ Till I hear it from her own mouth, I cannot believe it. _Mrs. Cros._ You shall hear her say't through the door. _Dap._ I shall doubt it unless she say it to my face. _Mrs. Cros._ Shall we be troubled with you no more then? _Dap._ If she command my death, I cannot disobey her. _Mrs. Cros._ Come out, child. _Enter_ LUCY, _holding down her head._ _Dap._ Your servant, dearest miss: can you have-- _Mrs. Cros._ Let me ask her. _Dap._ No, I'll ask her. _Ran._ I'll throw up cross or pile[39] who shall ask her. _Dap._ Can you have the heart to say you will never more break a cheese-cake with me at New Spring Garden,[40] the Neat-house, or Chelsea? never more sit in my lap at a new play? never more wear a suit of knots of my choice? and, last of all, never more pass away an afternoon with me again in the Green Garret?--do not forget the Green Garret. _Lucy._ I wish I had never seen the Green Garret.--Damn the Green Garret! _Dap._ Damn the Green Garret!--You are strangely altered! _Lucy._ 'Tis you are altered. _Dap._ You have refused Colby's Mulberry-garden, and the French houses, for the Green Garret; and a little something in the Green Garret pleased you more than the best treat the other places could yield; and can you of a sudden quit the Green Garret? _Lucy._ Since you have a design to pawn me for the rent, 'tis time to remove my goods. _Dap._ Thou art extremely mistaken. _Lucy._ Besides, I have heard such strange things of you this morning. _Dap._ What things? _Lucy._ I blush to speak 'em. _Dap._ I know my innocence, therefore take my charge as a favour. What have I done? _Lucy._ Then know, vile wit, my mother has confessed just now thou wert false to me, to her too certain knowledge; and hast forced even her to be false to me too. _Dap._ Faults in drink, Lucy, when we are not ourselves, should not condemn us.