[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Mistress Pleasant, Widow Wild, her aunt, and Secret, her woman, above in the music-room, as dressing her: a glass, a table, and she in her night-clothes.
Plea. Secret, give me the glass, and see who knocks.
Wid. Niece, what, shut the door? as I live, this music was meant to you: I know my nephew's voice.
Plea. Yes, but you think his friend's has more music in't.
Wid. No, faith, I can laugh with him, or so, but he comes no nearer than my lace.
Plea. You do well to keep your smock betwixt.
Wid. Faith, wench, so wilt thou, and thou be'st wise, from him and all of them; and, be ruled by me, we'll abuse all the sex, till they put a true value upon us.