Med. "Or I"
(Thus you renounce your Medlar, Don Morisco)
"Embrace a monkey for a mass of treasure."
Tin. Nor would Sir Tilly be one hair behind
In scornful dereliction of our sex.
"May never down seize on his downless chin,
When he becomes an usher to our sin."
Flo. The devil's a witch, and has impostur'd them.
All Pla. Do you believe all this!
Ladies. As we do you,
Stains to true love and all society!
Henceforth observe your distance, as you tender
Fame, freedom, life: else we do vow revenge
Shall dog you at the heels.
Flo. So, we are lost;
We must go cast about for some new aërie:
For these be fledg'd and flown.
Car. By this prevention
I'll hate a mistress of such rare invention.
Pal. It seems their spleens for picking quarrels sought,
In pressing what we neither spake nor thought.
[Exeunt.