Enter Sir John.
Sir John. What a Pox——here's Constant, Heartfree—and two Whores, I'gad——O you covetous Rogues! what, have you never a spare Punk for your Friend?——But I'll share with you.
[He seizes both the Women.
Heart. Why, what the plague have you been doing, Knight?
Sir John. Why, I have been beating the Watch, and scandalizing the Clergy.
Heart. A very good Account, truly.
Sir John. And what do you think I'll do next?
Const.. Nay, that no Man can guess.
Sir John. Why, if you'll let me sup with you, I'll treat both your Strumpets.
Lady Brute. [Aside.] O Lord, we're undone!