Long. Do you mock me, Lady?
Lam. Your business, Sir, I mean.
Lady. Regard your self good Mounsieur Longueville.
Lam. You are too negligent of your self and place,
Cover your head sweet Mounsieur.
Long. Mistake me not fair Ladies,
'Tis not to you, nor you, that I stand bare.
Lav. Nay sweet dear Mounsieur, let it not be to us then.
La Poop. —— A compliment.
Mal. And —— of manners.
Pray hide your head, your gallants use to do't.
Long. And you your foreheads, why you needful accessary rascals,
That cannot live without your mutual knaveries,
More than a Bawd, a Pandor, or a Whore
From one another; how dare you suspect
That I stand bare to you? what make you here?
Shift your house, Lady of 'em, for I know 'em,
They come to steal Napkins, and your Spoons;
Look to your Silver-bodkin, (Gentlewoman)
'Tis a dead Utensil, and Page 'ware your pockets;
My reverence is unto this man, my Master,
Whom you, with protestations, and oaths
As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell, which would
Deceive the wisest man of honest nature,
Have cozen'd and abus'd; but I may meet you,
And beat you one with th' other.
Mont. Peace, no more.