1. Gent. We know it, Sir.
Iag. Degenerate Monster, how he iustifies
His slandrous forgeries?
Mis. But, Gentlemen,
How goes the rumour?
What do’s the Multitude report of mee?
1. Gent. Oh Sir, the Men applaud you infinitely;
But the Women——
Mis. I respect not them:
Their curses are my prayers.