Mon. Ah, Flippanta! How do you do, good Flippanta! How do you do?
Flip. Thank you, Sir, well, at your service.
Mon. And how does the good family, your master, and your fair mistress? Are they at home?
Flip. Neither of them; my master has been gone out these two hours, and my lady is just gone with your wife.
Mon. Well, I won't say I have lost my labour however, as long as I have met with you, Flippanta. For I have wish'd a great while for an opportunity to talk with you a little. You won't take it amiss, if I should ask you a few questions?
Flip. Provided you leave me to my liberty in my answers. What's this Cot-quean going to pry into now?
[Aside.
Mon. Pr'ythee, good Flippanta, how do your master and mistress live together?
Flip. Live! Why—like man and wife, generally out of humour, quarrel often, seldom agree, complain of one another; and perhaps have both reason. In short, 'tis much as 'tis at your house.
Mon. Good-lack! but whose side are you generally of?