2d Watch. Ravish! Ravish! O lud! O lud! O lud! Ravish her! Why, please your Worship, I heard Mr. Constable say he believed she was little better than a Maphrodite.
Just. Why, truly, she does seem a little masculine about the Mouth.
2d Watch. Yes, and about the Hands too, an't please your Worship; I did but offer in mere civility to help her up the Steps into our Apartment, and with her gripen Fist—ay, just so, Sir.
[Sir John knocks him down.
Sir John. I fell'd him to the Ground like an Ox.
Just. Out upon this boisterous Woman! Out upon her.
Sir John. Mr. Justice, he wou'd have been uncivil! It was in Defence of my Honour, and I demand Satisfaction.
2d Watch. I hope your Worship will satisfy her Honour in Bridewell; that Fist of hers will make an admirable Hemp-beater.
Sir John. Sir, I hope you will protect me against that libidinous Rascal; I am a Woman of Quality and Virtue too, for all I am in an Undress this Morning.