Over. Master Winwife! I hope you have won no wife of her, sir; if you have, I will examine the possibility of it, at fit leisure. Now, to my enormities: look upon me, O London! and see me, O Smithfield! the example of justice, and Mirrour of Magistrates; the true top of formality, and scourge of enormity. Hearken unto my labours, and but observe my discoveries; and compare Hercules with me, if thou dar’st, of old; or Columbus, Magellan, or our countryman Drake, of later times. Stand forth, you weeds of enormity, and spread. First, Rabbi Busy, thou superlunatical hypocrite;—[to Leatherhead.] Next thou other extremity, thou profane professor of puppetry, little better than poetry:—[to Whit.] Then thou strong debaucher and seducer of youth; witness this easy and honest young man, [pointing to Edgworth.]—[to Knockem.] Now, thou esquire of dames, madams, and twelve-penny ladies.—Now, my green madam herself of the price; let me unmask your ladyship.
[Discovers Mrs. Littlewit.
Lit. O my wife, my wife, my wife!
Over. Is she your wife? Redde te Harpocratem!
Enter TROUBLEALL, with a dripping-pan, followed by URSULA and NIGHTINGALE.
Tro. By your leave, stand by, my masters, be uncover’d.
Urs. O stay him, stay him, help to cry, Nightingale; my pan, my pan!
Over. What’s the matter?
Night. He has stolen gammar Ursula’s pan.
Tro. Yes, and I fear no man but justice Overdo.