Lil. Though you have the will, and want of honesty to deny your deed, Sir; yet I hope Andrew has got so much learning from my young Master, as to keep his own; at the worst I'll tell a short tale to the Judges, for what grave ends you sign'd your Lease, and on what terms you would revoke it.
Bri. Whore, thou dar'st not. Yield, or I'll have thee whipt: how my Bloud boils, as if't were o're a Furnace!
Mir. I shall cool it.
Bri. Yet, gentle Lilly, pity and forgive me, I'll be a friend t'ye, such a loving bountiful friend—
Lil. To avoid Suits in Law, I would grant a little; but should fierce Andrew know it, what would become of me?
And. A Whore, a Whore!
Bri. Nothing but well Wench, I shall put such a strong Bit in his mouth, as thou shall ride him how thou wilt, my Lilly; nay, he shall hold the door, as I will work him, and thank thee for the Office.
Mir. Take heed, Andrew, these are shrewd temptations.
And. Pray you know your Cue, and second me, Sir. By your Worship's favour.
Bri. Andrew!