Isa. How Loveby fidges up and down! In what pain he is! well, if these be not they, they call whores, I'll be hanged, though I never saw one before. [Aside.
Lov. Will your ladyship please to go, madam?
Const. I must beg the favour of these ladies first, that I may know their lodgings, and wait on them.
L. Du. Lake. It will be our duty to pay our respects first to your ladyship.
Const. I beg your ladyship's pardon, madam—
L. Du Lake. Your ladyship shall excuse us, madam—
Isa. Trice. Ha, ha, ha!
Low. Ah, devil grin you! [Aside.
Trice. I must go out, and laugh my belly-full.
[Exit TRICE.