De L. Our duke will lick his lips at this night's sport.
La G. And wind her up for him, 'twill go hard else.
De L. That shall not hinder our sport, I hope.
La G. Expect the steward and his bottles; I'll warrant you.
De L. The ladies too! we shall not tickle heartily else.
La G. Where are the great ones bedded?
De L. I' th' old place.
La G. I' th' corner lobby?
Enter De Flame and Cleara disguised.