Lav. You shall have many Mistresses that will so mistake, as to take their Horse-keepers, and Footmen instead of their Husbands, thou art none of those.
Mal. But she that can make distinction of men, and knows when she hath gallants, and fellows of rank and quality in her house—
Lam. Gallants indeed, if it be the Gallants fashion
To triumph in the miseries of a man,
Of which they are the cause: one that transcends
(In spight of all that fortune hath, or can be done)
A million of such things as you, my doors
Stand open to receive all such as wear
The shape of Gentlemen, and my gentler nature
(I might say weaker) weighs not the expence
Of entertainment; think you I'll forget yet
What's due unto my self? do not I know,
That you have dealt with poor Montague, but like
Needy Commanders, cheating Citizens,
And perjur'd Courtiers? I am much mov'd, else use not
To say so much, if you will bear your selves
As fits such, you would make me think you are,
You may stay; if not, the way lies before you. [Exit.
Mal. What think you of this Captain?
La-p. That this is a bawdy-house, with Pinacles and Turrets, in which this disguised Montague goes to Rut gratis, and that this is a landed pandress, and makes her house a brothel for charity.
Mal. Come, that's no miracle; but from whence derive you the supposition?
Lav. Observe but the circumstance; you all know that in the height of Mountagues prosperity, he did affect, and had his love return'd by this Lady Orleans; since her divorcement, and his decay of estate, it is known they have met, not so much as his boy [is] wanting; and that this can be any thing else than a meer plot for their night-work, is above my imagination to conceive.
Mal. Nay, it carries probability, let us observe it better, but yet with such caution, as our prying be not discovered; here's all things to be had without cost, and therefore good staying here.
La-p. Nay, that's true, I would we might wooe her twenty years, like Penelopes sutors; come Laverdine.
[Exeunt Malli. La Poop.