Gill. Heav’ns! they are coming, there’s no Retreat—
L. Lam. Lie down on the Couch—and cover him you with the Foot-Carpet—So, give me my Prayer-Book.
[[He lies down along on the Couch], they cover him with the Carpet: L. Lam. takes her Book, sits down on his Feet, and leans on the Back of the Couch reading; Gill. stands at t’other end, they enter dancing as before.
—What Insolence is this? do you not hear me, you—Sots—whom Gaiety and Dancing do so ill become.
War. [Singing.] Welcome, [Joan Sanderson], welcome, welcome. [Goes to take her out, she strikes him.
Wons, Madam, that’s no part o’ th’ Dance.
L. Lam. No, but ’tis part of a reward for your Insolence, Which possibly your Head shall answer for—
Lam. Pardon him, my Dear, he meant no Disrespect to thee.
L. Lam. How dare you interrupt my Devotion, Sirrah? Be gone with all your filthy ill-bred Crew.
[Lam. sits down on Lov.