Enter several Whores, and Three Bullies.
1st Bully. In the name of Satan, what whores are these in their copper trim, yonder?
1st Whore. Well, I'll swear, madam, 'tis the finest evening;—I love the Mall mightily.
2nd Bully. Let's huzza the bulkers.
2nd Whore. Really, and so do I; because there's always good company, and one meets with such civilities from every body.
3rd Bully. Damned whores! hout, ye filthies!
3rd Whore. Ay, and then I love extremely to show myself here, when I am very fine, to vex those poor devils that call themselves virtues, and are very scandalous and crapish, I'll swear. O crimine! who's yonder? Sir Jolly Jumble, I vow.
1st Bully. Faugh! let's leave the nasty sows to fools and diseases. [Exeunt Bullies.
1st Whore. Oh papa, papa! where have you been these two days, papa?