Busy. And I say, it is profane, as being the page of Pride, and the waiting-woman of Vanity.
Pup. Dion. Yea! what say you to your tire-women, then?
Leath. Good.
Pup. Dion. Or feather-makers in the Friers, that are of your faction of faith? are not they with their perukes, and their puffs, their fans, and their huffs, as much pages of Pride, and waiters upon Vanity? What say you, what say you, what say you?
Busy. I will not answer for them.
Pup. Dion. Because you cannot, because you cannot. Is a bugle-maker a lawful calling? or the confect-makers? such you have there; or your French fashioner? you would have all the sin within yourselves, would you not, would you not?
Busy. No, Dagon.
Pup. Dion. What then, Dagonet? is a puppet worse than these?
Busy. Yes, and my main argument against you is, that you are an abomination; for the male, among you, putteth on the apparel of the female, and the female of the male.
Pup. Dion. You lie, you lie, you lie abominably.