1st Foot. Why d'you ask?
Ware. Because, methinks,
It should be Mars and Venus in a net;
Aretine's postures,[261] or a naked nymph
Lying asleep, and some lascivious satyr
Taking her lineaments. These are pictures which
Delight my wife.
2d Foot. These are night-pieces, sir.
Mis. Hol. Lord, how I long to see 'em! I have at home
The finest ravish'd Lucrece.
Mis. Scr. So have I
The finest fall of Babylon! There is
A fat monk spewing churches, save your presence.
Mis. Hol. Pray, will you open 'em?
1st Foot. My lady charged us
None should have sight of 'em, sir, but your wife.
Ware. Because you make so dainty, I will see 'em.
[Draws the curtain; within are discovered Bright and Newcut.
2d Foot. 'Tis out of our commission.