1 Gent. How? how's this Sir?
Pas. What the old trick of Ladies? man's apparel,
Will't ne'er be left amongst you? steal from Court in't?
1 Gent. I see the Fit grows stronger.
Pas. Pray let's talk a little.
Sham. I can endure no more.
1 Gent. Good, let's alone a little:
You are so exact a work: love light things somewhat, Sir.
Sham. Th'are all but shames.
1 Gent. What is't you'd say to me, Sir?
Pas. Can you be so forgetful to enquire it Lady?
1 Gent. Yes truely, Sir.