1 Wife. And the brave Masque too.
To. You two are pretty women, are you their husbands?
2 Citiz. Yes, for want of better.
Tony. I think so too, you would not be so mad else
To turn 'em loose to a company of young Courtiers,
That swarm like Bees in May, when they see young wenches;
You must not squeak.
3 Wife. No Sir, we are better tutor'd.
Tony. Nor if a young Lord offer you the courtesie—
2 Wife. We know what 'tis, Sir.
Tony. Nor you must not grumble,
If you be thrust up hard, we thrust most furiously.
1 Wife. We know the worst.
Tony. Get you two in then quietly,
And shift for your selves; we must have no old women,
They are out of use, unless they have petitions,
Besides they cough so loud they drown the Musick.
You would go in too, but there is no place for ye?
I am sorry for't, go and forget your wives,
Or pray they may be able to suffer patiently.
You may have Heirs may prove wise Aldermen,
Go, or I'le call the Guard.