Wood. Like enough: Pray, what's his name?
Aldo. George Aldo.
Wood. I must confess I do know the gentleman; satisfy yourself, he's in health, and upon his return.
Aldo. That's some comfort: But, I hear, a very rogue, a lewd young fellow.
Wood. The worst I know of him is, that he loves a wench; and that good quality he has not stolen. [Music at the Balcony over head: Mrs Tricksy and Judith appear.]—Hark! There's music above.
Aldo. 'Tis at my daughter Tricksy's lodging; the kept mistress I told you of, the lass of mettle. But for all she carries it so high, I know her pedigree; her mother's a sempstress in Dog-and-Bitch yard, and was, in her youth, as right as she is.
Wood. Then she's a two-piled punk, a punk of two descents.
Aldo. And her father, the famous cobler, who taught Walsingham to the black-birds. How stand thy affections to her, thou lusty rogue?
Wood. All on fire: A most urging creature!
Aldo. Peace! they are beginning.