3d Wom. My innocence would protect me, though I trod over red-hot iron. Give me a brimmer.
[She takes a mouthful and spits it out again.]
Foss. 'Twas a presumptuous thing to gargle with it: but however, madam, if you please——walk among the Cartesians.
[Two young wenches run away.
Clink. Prue, follow me. I have just found a rhime for my Pindarick.
[They all sneak off.
Fos. All gone! what no more ladies here? no more ladies! [looking to the audience,] O that I had but a boarding-school, or a middle gallery!
Enter Sarsnet, follow'd by two porters bearing a chest.
Set down the things here: there is no occasion for carrying them up stairs, since they are to be sent into the country to morrow.
[Exit porters.
What have I done? My marriage, these confounded whimsies, and doctor Lubomirski, have made me quite forget poor lady Hippokekoana. She was in convulsions, and I am afraid dead by this time.
[Exit Fossile.
Sars. I have brought you a present, madam, make good use of it. So I leave you together.
[Exit Sarsnet.