Isa. What a whiff was there came from my Lady Hoyden; and what a garlic breath my Lady Springwell had!
Trice. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Lov. Do not betray me, Justice; if you do—[Aside.
Isa. Oh, are you thereabouts, sir? then I smell a rat, i'faith; but I'll say nothing. [Aside.
Const. Ladies, I am an humble servant to you all; and account it my happiness to have met with so good company at my cousin Trice's.
Trice. Ha, ha, ha!
L. Du Lake. Are these two ladies of your acquaintance, son Loveby?
Lov. Son, quoth a'! a pox of our relation! [Aside.
L. Du Lake. I shall be glad to be better known to your ladyships.
Const. You too much honour your servants, madam.