Mrs. Joyn. I am ever ready when your worship commands.
L. Flip. Brother, if you go to t'other end of the town, you'll set me down near the playhouse?
Gripe. The playhouse! do you think I will be seen near the playhouse?
L. Flip. You shall set me down in Lincoln's-inn-fields, then? for I have earnest business there.—[Apart to Sir Simon.] When I come home again, I'll laugh at you soundly, Sir Simon.
Sir Sim. Has Joyner betrayed me then! 'tis time to look to my hits. [Aside.
Gripe. Martha, be sure you stay within now. If you go out, you shall never come into my doors again.
Mrs. Mar. No, I will not, sir; I'll ne'er come into your doors again, if once I should go out.
Gripe. 'Tis well said, girl. [Exeunt Gripe, Mrs. Joyner, and Lady Flippant.
Sir Sim. 'Twas prettily said: I understand you, they are dull, and have no intrigue in 'em. But dear sweet Mrs. Martha, 'tis time we were gone; you have stole away your scarfs and hood from your maid, I hope?