Mr. Awd. Hark'e, Madam, only one thing; did you never hear an old Proverb; He that has a House of Glass shou'd never throw Stones at his Neighbours? I think this young Gentleman is guilty of much the same fault.
Mar. Lord! Lord! I told ye once before, he did not know his Father was marry'd to her, he took her for a pure Virgin. Come, Mr. Powell, go on.
Fast. Where are you hid? in what Lustful Corner?
L. Lov. Alas, I fear they have escap'd, and I have such a Detestation for ill Women, 'twould grieve me much to have 'em go unpunish'd.
Betty. I am sure they took the Stairs that led this way, and must be here; let me ferret 'em.
Mr. Prais. God-a-Mercy, Betty! Let Betty alone.
Bett. A-dad I can't set Eyes on 'em high nor low.
Mr. Prais. No, they are too high for thee, indeed, little Betty.
Mar. Pray, Mr. Praisall, be quiet; here's a great Scene a coming.
Mr. Prais. I am silent as the Grave.