Mis. F. True Roger except my vails.
Rog. Vails? what vails?
Mis. F. Why as thus; if a couple come in a coach, and light to lie down a little, then, Roger, that’s my fee, and you may walk abroad; for the coachman himself is their pander.
Rog. Is ’a so? in truth I have almost forgot, for want of exercise. But how if I fetch this citizen’s wife to that gull, and that madonna to that gallant, how then?
Mis. F. Why then, Roger, you are to have sixpence a lane; so many lanes, so many sixpences.
Rog. Is’t so? then I see we two shall agree, and live together.
Mis. F. Ay, Roger, so long as there be any taverns and bawdy-houses in Milan. [Exeunt.
