Flo. Madam!
Fri. We were mad dames indeed, should we give freedom to such injurious favourites.
Car. This is stormy language; I ever thought our late neglect would nettle them.
[Aside.
Fri. You can affront us, sir, and with your wit
Take a deep draught of Lethe and forget!
Flo. Forget! 'Slid, I did ne'er affront you.
Fri. No?
Nor with a screw'd contemptuous look pass by us
When we were at our treat? and with a scorn
Not only slight us, but impeach our fame?
Flo. I call the heavens to witness, never I!
Fri. Perfidious wretch! this did I hear and see,
And such records cannot deluded be.
Your words, sir, are regist'red.
Flo. Pray, let's hear them.