Fri. How is it, ladies?
Cav. Sure, we're in a dream.
Whence comes this strangeness?
Jul. From the too much freedom
Of our affection: had we kept them still,
At a discreeter distance, we had play'd
The wiser falc'ners, and caus'd them stoop
Unto our lure with eager appetite.
Fruits offer'd are least valu'd: got by stealth
Or by surprise, they're precious.
Joc. Shall we sleep
With this affront?
Med. Our spirits were remiss,
Should we not pay them home in their own coin.
Tin. Let Tinder lose her name, her family,
And alimony (which she values most),
If Tilly suffer not for this disgrace.
All. We vow the like: revenge may be excus'd,
For love resolves to hate when 'tis abus'd.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VI.
The Favourites appear to their half-bodies in their shirts, in rooms above.