Ware. But not of mine. Hell and damnation!
1st Foot. How do you like 'em, sir?
Mis. Hol. Look, they are pictur'd in their clothes!
Mis. Sea. They stir, too.
2d Foot. Sir, they are drawn to life; a master's hand
Went to 'em, I assure you.
Ware. Out, varlets, bawds!
Panders, avoid my house! O devil! are you
My wife's night-pieces? [They come out.
Bright. Sir, you are rude, uncivil,
And would be beaten.
New. We cannot come in private
On business to your wife, but you must be
Inquisitive. Sir, thank God 'tis in your own house;
The place protects you.
Bright. If such an insolence
'Scape unreveng'd, henceforth no ladies shall
Have secret servants.
New. Here she comes; we'll ask
If she gave you commission to be so bold.