L. Lam. I smile at thee.
Cram. Do, and cringe; ’tis thy business to make thee popular.
But ’tis not that—
Nor thy false Beauty that will serve thy Ends.
L. Lam. Rail on; declining Majesty may be excus’d,
Call in the Women that attend for redress of Grievances.
[Ex. Page.
Enter Page with Women, and Loveless dress’d as a Woman.
Gentlewomen, what’s your Bus’ness with us?
Lov. Gentlewomen! some of us are Ladies.