Rasor. Don't you interrupt me, Hussy; 'tis agreed, I say. And my innocent Lady, to wriggle herself out at the Back-door of the Business, turns Marriage-Bawd to her Niece, and resolves to deliver up her fair Body to be tumbled and mumbled by that young liquorish Whipster, Heartfree. Now are you satisfy'd?
Madam. No.
Rasor. Right Woman; always gaping for more.
Madam. Dis be all, den, dat dou know?
Rasor. All? Aye, and a great deal, too, I think.
Madam. Dou be Fool, dou know noting. Ecoute, mon pauvre Rasor. Dou sees des two Eyes?—Des two Eyes have see de Devil.
Rasor. The Woman's mad.
Madam. In Spring-Garden, dat Rogue Constant meet dy Lady.
Rasor. Bon.
Madam.——I'll tell dee no more.