Blood. Obedience! hang Virtue, let her starve. Has she money? has she money?
Alex. Two chests of silver and two Utopian trunks[103] full of gold and jewels.
Blood. They are all Alexander's women, do you mark?
Sim. Alexander was the conqueror, sir?
Blood. Come, come, we'll to church presently. Prythee, Jarvis, whilst the music plays just upon the delicious close, usher in the brides, the widow, and my Moll. [Exit Jarvis.
Sim. I tell you true, gallants, I have seen neither of them to-day. Shall I give him the lie?
Blood. They are both locked up, i' faith, trimming of one another. O these women, they are so secret in their business, they will make very coxcombs of us men, and do 't at pleasure too. 'Tis well said, friends; play, play. Where's Sim?
Anc. How he bestirs him!
Alex. Yes, he will sweat by and by.
Sim. Here is the sign of Sim, sir.