Fred. My boy is in the right, madam. Will you venture? I'll furnish you with masking-habits.
Hip. O my dear sister, never refuse it; I keep the keys, you know: I'll warrant you we will return before we are missed. I do so long to have one fling into the sweet world again, before I die. Hang it, at worst, it is but one sin more, and then we will repent for all together.
Asca. But if I catch you in the world, sister, I'll make you have a better opinion of the flesh and the devil for ever after.
Luc. If it were known, I were lost for ever.
Fred. How should it be known? You have her on your side, there, that keeps the keys: And, put the worst, that you are taken in the world, the world is a good world to stay in; and there are certain occasions of waking in a morning, that may be more pleasant to you than your matins.
Luc. Fye, friend, these extravagancies are a breach of articles in our friendship. But well, for once, I'll venture to go out: Dancing and singing are but petty transgressions.
Asca. My lord, here is company approaching; we shall be discovered.
Fred. Adieu, then, jusqu' a revoir; Ascanio shall be with you immediately, to conduct you.
Asca. How will you disguise, sister? Will you be a man or a woman?
Hip. A woman, brother page, for life: I should have the strangest thoughts if I once wore breeches.