[They interchange these expresses as they pass by their Ladies' room.
Sir Tris. Fancy so fed
Begets a surfeit, ere it gets to bed.
Sir Gre. Ere I Platonic turn or Confidant,
Or an officious servant to a puss,
Whose honour lies at stake, let me become
A scorn to my relations.
Sir Art. Or when I
Engage my person, like a profess'd bolt,
To vindicate a mistress, who for sale
Would set her soul at hazard, may my grave
Be in the kennel, and the scavenger
The penman of my epitaph!
Sir Jas. Or I
Embrace a monkey for a mass of treasure.
Sir Ama. May never down seize on this downless chin,
When I become an usher to her sin.
Sir Reu. So, let them chaw of this. Our scene is done,
We'll leave the rest to their digestion:
We must return those Adamites their clothes
To make their visits in, or they're lost men;
But it were strange, should they recruit again.
[Exeunt.