_Mrs. Cros._ Truly, your women of quality are very troublesome to their husbands: I have heard 'em complain, they will allow them no separate maintenance, though the honourable jilts themselves will not marry without it. _Mrs. Joyn._ Come, come, mistress; sometimes 'tis the craft of those gentlemen to complain of their wives' expenses to excuse their own narrowness to their misses; but your daughter has a gallant that can make no excuse. _Gripe._ So, Mrs. Joyner!--my friend, Mrs. Joyner-- _Mrs. Cros._ I hope, indeed, he'll give my daughter no cause to dun him; for, poor wretch! she is as modest as her mother. _Gripe._ I profess, I believe it. _Lucy._ But I have the boldness to ask him for a treat.--Come, gallant, we must walk towards the Mulberry-garden. _Gripe._ So!--I am afraid, little mistress, the rooms are all taken up by this time. _Mrs. Joyn._ Will you shame yourself again? [_Aside to_ GRIPE. _Lucy._ If the rooms be full we'll have an arbour. _Gripe._ At this time of night!--besides, the waiters will ne'er come near you. _Lucy._ They will be observant of good customers, as we shall be. Come along. _Gripe._ Indeed, and verily, little mistress, I would go, but that I should be forsworn if I did. _Mrs. Joyn._ That's so pitiful an excuse!-- _Gripe._ In truth, I have forsworn the place ever since I was pawned there for a reckoning. _Lucy._ You have broken many an oath for the good old cause, and will you boggle at one for your poor little miss? Come along. _Enter_ Lady FLIPPANT _behind._ _L. Flip._ Unfortunate lady that I am! I have left the herd on purpose to be chased, and have wandered this hour here; but the Park affords not so much as a satyr for me, and (that's strange!) no Burgundy man or drunken scourer will reel my way. The rag-women, and cinder-women, have better luck than I.--But who are these? if this mongrel light does not deceive me, 'tis my brother,--'tis he:--there's Joyner, too, and two other women. I'll follow 'em. It must be he, for this world hath nothing like him;--I know not what the devil may be in the other. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III.--_Another part of the same._ _Enter_ Sir SIMON ADDLEPLOT, _in fine clothes_, DAPPERWIT _and_ Mrs. MARTHA, _unseen by him at the door._ _Sir Sim._ Well, after all my seeking, I can find those I would not find; I'm sure 'twas old Gripe, and Joyner with him, and the widow followed. He would not have been here, but to have sought his daughter, sure; but vigilant Dapperwit has spied them too, and has, no doubt, secured her from him. _Dap._ And you. [_Aside._ _Sir Sim._ The rogue is as good at hiding, as I am at stealing, a mistress. 'Tis a vain, conceited fellow, yet I think 'tis an honest fellow:--but, again, he is a damnable whoring fellow; and what opportunity this air and darkness may incline 'em to, Heaven knows; for I have heard the rogue say himself, a lady will no more show her modesty in the dark than a Spaniard his courage.