One of those Houses where Love and Pleasure
Are sold at dearest Rates.
Mar. A Bordello; forwards pray.
Silv. Yes, at the Corner of St. Jerom’s; where after seeing many Faces which pleas’d me not, I would have took my leave; but the Matron of the House, , seeing me so nice, and of Quality, (tho disguis’d) told me she had a Beauty, such an one as had [Count d’ Olivarez] in his height of Power seen, he would have purchas’d at any rate. I grew impatient to see this fine thing, and promis’d largely: then leading me into a Room as gay, and as perfum’d as an Altar upon a Holy-day, I saw seated upon a Couch of State—
Mar. Hippolyta!
Silv. Hippolyta our Sister, drest like Venice Curtezan],
With all the Charms of a loose Wanton,
Singing and playing to her ravisht Lover,
Who I perceiv’d assisted to expose her.
Mar. Well, Sir, what follow’d?