Land. Was ever Gentlewoman
So frumpt off with a fool? well sawcy Sirrah,
I will know who it is, and for what purpose;
I pay the rent, and I will know how my house
Comes by these Inflammations: if this geer hold,
Best hang a sign-post up, to tell the Signiors,
Here ye may have lewdness at Liverie.
Enter Frederick.
Peter. 'Twould be a great ease to your age.
Fred. How now?
Why what's the matter Land-lady?
Land. What's the matter?
Ye use me decently among ye Gentlemen.
Fred. Who has abus'd her, you Sir?
Land. 'Ods my witness
I will not be thus treated, that I will not.
Peter. I gave her no ill language.
Land. Thou lyest lewdly,
Thou tookst me up at every word I spoke,
As I had been a Mawkin, a flurt Gillian;
And thou thinkst, because thou canst write and read,
Our noses must be under thee.
Fred. Dare you Sirrah?