Glo. Yes, Sir, we will be intreated.
Ant. Pray leave us then.
Hau. That’s something—but hark ye, Friend, say a Man had a mind to put in for a share with you.
Ant. Rude Slaves, leave us.
Hau. Ha, Slaves!
Glo. Slaves said you, Sir? hah—
Hip. Oh, as you’re a Gentleman, assist me. [To Haunce.
Hau. Assist thee? this Fellow looks as he would not have his Abilities call’d in question; otherwise I am amorous enough to do thee a kindness. [Offers still to go, she holds him.
Hip. Sir, you mistake me; this is a Ravisher—
Hau. A Ravisher! ha, ha, ha, dost like him the worse for that? No, no, I beg your Pardon, Madam.