_Sir Sim._ Ah, Mrs. Joyner, say no more, say no more of that! _Re-enter_ Lady FLIPPANT. _L. Flip._ You rude, unmannerly rascal! _Mrs. Joyn._ You see she complains now. _Sir Sim._ I know why, Mrs. Joyner, I know why. [_Aside to_ Mrs. JOYNER. _L. Flip._ I'll have you turned out of the house; you are not fit for my brother's service. _Sir Sim._ Not for yours, you mean, madam. [_Aside._ _L. Flip._ I'll go and acquaint my brother-- _Mrs. Joyn._ [_Aside to_ Lady FLIPPANT.] Hold, hold, madam, speak not so loud:--'tis Sir Simon Addleplot, your lover, who has taken this disguise on purpose to be near you, and to watch and supplant his rival. _L. Flip._ What a beast was I, I could not discover it! you have undone me! why would you not tell me sooner of it? [_Aside to_ Mrs. JOYNER. _Mrs. Joyn._ I thought he had been discernible enough. _L. Flip._ I protest, I knew him not; for I must confess to you, my eyes are none of the best since I have used the last new wash of mercury-water.--What will he think of me! _Mrs. Joyn._ Let me alone with him.--[_To_ Sir SIMON.] Come, come, did you think you could disguise yourself from my lady's knowledge? she knew you, man, or else you had ne'er had those liberties. Alas, poor lady, she cannot resist you! _L. Flip._ 'Tis my weakness. _Sir Sim._ How's this!--but here comes my master. _Enter_ GRIPE _and_ Mrs. MARTHA. _Gripe._ Come, Mrs. Joyner, are you ready to go? _Mrs. Joyn._ I am ever ready when your worship commands. _L. Flip._ Brother, if you go to t'other end of the town, you'll set me down near the playhouse? _Gripe._ The playhouse! do you think I will be seen near the playhouse? _L. Flip._ You shall set me down in Lincoln's-inn-fields, then? for I have earnest business there.--[_Apart to_ Sir SIMON.] When I come home again, I'll laugh at you soundly, Sir Simon. _Sir Sim._ Has Joyner betrayed me then! 'tis time to look to my hits. [_Aside._ _Gripe._ Martha, be sure you stay within now. If you go out, you shall never come into my doors again. _Mrs. Mar._ No, I will not, sir; I'll ne'er come into your doors again, if once I should go out. _Gripe._ 'Tis well said, girl. [_Exeunt_ GRIPE, Mrs. JOYNER, _and_ Lady FLIPPANT. _Sir Sim._ 'Twas prettily said: I understand you, they are dull, and have no intrigue in 'em. But dear sweet Mrs. Martha, 'tis time we were gone; you have stole away your scarfs and hood from your maid, I hope? _Mrs. Mar._ Nay, I am ready, but-- _Sir Sim._ Come, come, Sir Simon Addleplot, poor gentleman, is an impatient man, to my knowledge. _Mrs. Mar._ Well, my venture is great, I'm sure, for a man I know not. But pray, Jonas, do not deceive me; is he so fine a gentleman, as you say he is? _Sir Sim._ Pish! pish! he is the--gentleman of the town, faith and troth. _Mrs. Mar._ But may I take your word, Jonas? _Sir Sim._ 'Tis not my word, 'tis the word of all the town.