Par. And the right worshipful my lady and yourself, they mend at leisure.
Love. You are a saucy fellow, sirrah, to call me sinner in my own house. Get you gone with your Madam, I hear, and Madam, I could advise, but I am loth to speak: take heed; the world talks;—and thus with dark sentences put my innocence into a fright, with You know what you know, good Mistress Faithful: so do I, and the world shall know, too, thou hast married a whore.
Par. Madam, a whore?
Faith. No, sir, 'tis not so well as a madam-whore; 'tis a poor whore, a captain's cast whore.
Love. Now bless me, marry a whore! I wonder any man can endure those things. What kind of creatures are they?
Par. They're like ladies, but that they are handsomer; and though you take a privilege to injure me, yet I would advise your woman to tie up her tongue, and not abuse my wife.
Love. Fie! art thou not ashamed to call a whore wife? Lord bless us, what will not these men do when God leaves them? but for a man of your coat to cast himself away upon a whore! Come, wench, let's go and leave him! I'll swear[217] 'tis strange the state doth not provide to have all whores hanged or drowned.
Faith. Ay, and 'tis time they look into it; for they begin to spread so, that a man can scarce find an honest woman in a country. They say they're voted down now; 'twas moved by that charitable member that got an order to have it but five miles to Croydon, for ease of the market-women.
Love. Ay, ay, 'tis a blessed parliament.
[Exeunt Loveall and Faithful.