SCENE III. Changes to a Wash-house, or Out-House.
Enter with a Dark-lanthorn Bredwel disguis’d like a Devil, leading Gayman.
Bred. Stay here till I give notice of your coming. [Exit Bredwel, leaves his Dark-Lanthorn.
Gay. Kind Light, a little of your aid—now must I be peeping, though my Curiosity should lose me all—hah—Zouns, what here—a Hovel or a Hog-sty? hum, see the Wickedness of Man, that I should find no time to swear in, but just when I’m in the Devil’s Clutches.
Enter Pert, as an old Woman, with a Staff.
Old W. Good Even to you, fair Sir.
Gay. Ha—defend me; if this be she, I must rival the Devil, that’s certain.
Old W. Come, young Gentleman, dare not you venture?
Gay. He must be as hot as Vesuvius that does—I shall never earn my Morning’s Present.
Old W. What, do you fear a longing Woman, Sir?