Men. Take the women aside, and talk with 'em in private,
Give 'em that they came for.
Tony. The whole Court cannot do it;
Besides, the next Mask if we use 'em so,
They'l come by millions to expect our largess;
We have broke a hundred heads.
Cle. Are they so tender?
Ton. But 'twas behind, before they have all murrions.
Cam. Let in those Ladies, make 'em room for shame there.
Ton. They are no Ladies, there's one bald before 'em,
A gent. bald, they are curtail'd queans in hired clothes,
They come out of Spain I think, they are very sultry.
Men. Keep 'em in breath for an Embassadour.
[Knocks within.
Me thinks my nose shakes at their memories,
What bounsing's that?
Within. I am one of the Musick Sir.