What wench is there he has not lov’d? to whom
He has not made some present—And but lately
(Tir’d, I suppose, and sick of wantonness)
He told me he propos’d to take a wife.
I hop’d the heyday of the blood was over,
And was rejoic’d: but his intemperance
Breaks out afresh.—Well, be it what it may,
I’ll find him out; and know it instantly,
If he is to be met with at the Forum.
Exit.