Con. I sent twelve gentlewomen, our own neighbours, last night, for being so late but at a woman's labour.
Blood. Alas, sir! a woman in that kind, you know, must have help.
Con. What's that to me? I am to take no notice of that: they might have let her alone till morning, or she might have cried out some other time.
Sir Mar. Nay, nay, Master Busy knows his place, I warrant you.
Enter Alexander, Ancient Young, Widow, and Moll.[102]
Blood. Son Alexander, welcome; and Ancient Young too: I have heard all.
Alex. You must pardon the rudeness of the gentlewomen, sir, in not unmasking; they entreated me to inform you, there are some i' th' house to whom they would by no means be laid open.
Blood. They are witty, they are witty.
Alex. But, for myself, I am now your most obedient, virtuous Alexander.