[Addressing to the Pit.
Don O. Thus, noble gallants, after blust'ring lives,
You'll end as we have done, in taking wives.
Diego. Hold, sirs, there's not an end as yet; for then
Come your own brats and those of other men.
Don H. Besides the cares of th' honour of your race
Which, as you know, is my accursed case. [Addressing to the Boxes.
Cam. You, ladies, whilst unmarried, tread on snares:
Married, y' are cumber'd with domestic cares.
Por. If handsome, y' are by fools and fame attack'd;
If ugly, then by your own envy rack'd.
Flo. We by unthrifty parents forc'd to serve,
When fed are slaves, and when w' are free, we starve.
Don C. Which put together, we must needs confess,
This world is not the scene of happiness.