_Dap._ Tell her I will not fail to meet her at the place and time. Have a care of your charge; and manage your business like yourself, for yourself. _Sir Sim._ I warrant you. _Dap._ The gaining Gripe's daughter will make me support the loss of this young jilt here. [_Aside._ _Ran._ [_Coming forward._] What fellow's that? _Dap._ A servant to a friend of mine. _Ran._ Methinks he something resembles our acquaintance Sir Simon; but it is no compliment to tell him so: for that knight is the most egregious coxcomb that ever played with lady's fan. _Sir Sim._ So! thanks to my disguise, I know my enemies! [_Aside._ _Ran._ The most incorrigible ass, beyond the reproof of a kicking rival or a frowning mistress. But, if it be possible, thou dost use him worse than his mistress or rival can; thou dost make such a cully of him. _Sir Sim._ Does he think so too? [_Aside._ _Dap._ Go, friend, go about your business.--[_Exit_ Sir SIMON.] A pox! you would spoil all, just in the critical time of projection. He brings me here a summons from his mistress, to meet her in the evening; will you come to my wedding? _Ran._ Don't speak so loud, you'll break poor Lucy's heart. Poor creature, she cannot leave you; and, rather than leave her, you would leave writing of lampoons or sonnets--almost. _Dap._ Come, let her go, ungrateful baggage!--But now you talk of sonnets, I am no living wit if her love has not cost me two thousand couplets at least. _Ran._ But what would you give, now, for a new satire against women, ready made?--'Twould be as convenient to buy satires against women ready made, as it is to buy cravats ready tied. _Dap._ Or as-- _Ran._ Hey, come away, come away, Mr., or as--[_Exeunt._ SCENE III.--_A Room in_ Mrs. CROSSBITE'S _House._ _Enter_ Mrs. JOYNER _and_ GRIPE. _Gripe._ Peace, plenty, and pastime be within these walls! _Mrs. Joyn._ 'Tis a small house, you see, and mean furniture; for no gallants are suffered to come hither. She might have had ere now as good lodgings as any in town; her Mortlake[42] hangings, great glasses, cabinets, china, embroidered beds, Persia carpets, gold-plate, and the like, if she would have put herself forward. But your worship may please to make 'em remove to a place fit to receive one of your worship's quality; for this is a little scandalous, in truly. _Gripe._ No, no; I like it well enough:--I am not dainty. Besides, privacy, privacy, Mrs. Joyner! I love privacy in opposition to the wicked, who hate it. [_Looks about._ _Mrs. Joyn._ What do you look for, sir? _Gripe._ Walls have ears; but, besides, I look for a private place to retire to, in time of need. Oh! here's one convenient. [_Turns up a hanging, and discovers the slender provisions of the family._] _Mrs. Joyn._ But you see, poor innocent souls, to what use they put it;--not to hide gallants. _Gripe._ Temperance is the nurse of chastity.