And slaver'd at the mouth for vast delight.
Oh, friend, there's nothing, to enchant the mind,
Nothing like that sweet sex to draw mankind:
The foundered horse, that switching will not stir,
Trots to the mare afore, without a spur.
Faith, I'll go scour the scene-room, and engage
Some toy within to save the falling stage. [Exit.
Re-enters with Mrs Cox.
Who have we here again? what nymph's i' th' stocks?
Your most obedient slave, sweet madam Cox.