Smug. See here, madam. [Pulls his Purse out.]—Buss and guinea! buss and guinea! buss and guinea!
Lady L. Well, Mr. Alderman, you have such pretty winning ways, that I will—ha! ha! ha!
Smug. Will you, indeed, he! he! he! my little cocket? And when, and where, and how?
Lady L. 'Twill be a difficult point, sir, to secure both our honours: you must therefore be disguised, Mr. Alderman.
Smug. Pshaw! no matter; I am an old fornicator; I'm not half so religious as I seem to be. You little rogue, why I'm disguised as I am; our sanctity is all outside, all hypocrisy.
Lady L. No man is seen to come into this house after dark; you must therefore sneak in, when 'tis dark, in woman's clothes.
Smug. With all my heart——I have a suit on purpose, my little cocket; I love to be disguised; 'ecod, I make a very handsome woman, 'ecod, I do.
Enter Servant, who whispers Lady Lurewell.
Lady L. Oh, Mr. Alderman, shall I beg you to walk into the next room? Here are some strangers coming up.
Smug. Buss and guinea first—Ah, my little cocket! [Exit.