Ju. Open the door and let him in, I love him.
Lur. A Book of evil Magistrates.
La. I marry d'ye hear that Justice.
Lur. And their eviller wives,
That wear their Places in their Petticoats.
Ju. D'ye hear that Lady.
Boy. A Book new printed against Playing,
Dancing, Masking, May-poles; a zealous Brothers Book,
And full of Fables.
Lur. Another Book of Women, of mad women,
Women that were born in March. [Exit.
La. Are you got in?
We would ha pull'd your knaves hide else; this fellow
Was sent to abuse us, but we shall have time
To talk more with this Justice.
Ju. Farewel Madam, as you like this, come visit me agen,
You and your treble strings, now scold your hearts out—
Wo. Shall he carry it thus away?