Cra. The plot is laid Sir, howsoe'r I seem'd
A little scrupulous, upon better judgement
I have effected it.
The. 'Tis the last service
Of this foul kind I will employ you in.
Cra. We hope so Sir.
The. And I will so reward it—
Nea. You are bound to that; in every Family
That does write lustful, your fine Bawd gains more
(For like your Broker, he takes fees on both sides)
Than all the Officers of the house.
Sos. For us then
To be a great mans Panders, and live poor,
That were a double fault.
Cra. Come, you lose time Sir,
We will be with you instantly: the deed done,
We have a Mask that you expect not.
The. Thou art ever careful: for Joves Mercury
I would not change thee. [Exit.
Era. There's an honour for you.
Nea. To be compar'd with the celestial Pimp,
Joves smock-sworn Squire, Don Hermes.