Farewel. [Goes out.
Alon. What can the meaning of this be?
Euph. Oh do not ask, but let us quickly leave this dangerous Place.
Alon. Does it not belong to you?
Euph. No, but you would like me the better if it did: for, Sir, it is a—
Alon. Upon my Life, a Baudy-house.
Euph. So they call it.
Alon. You do amaze me.
Euph. Truth is, not daring to trust my Friends or Relations with a Secret that so nearly concern’d me as the meeting you, and hearing of a new come Curtezan living in this House, I sent her word I would make her a Visit, knowing she would gladly receive it from a Maid of my Quality: When I came, I told her my Business, and very frankly she offer’d me her House and Service—Perhaps you’ll like me the worse for this bold Venture, but when you consider my promis’d Husband is every day expected, you will think it but just to secure my self any way.
Alon. You could not give me a greater Proof than this of what you say you bless me with, your Love.