Lucy. Why, are you ashamed of your company?
Gripe. No, pretty one; because in the dark, or as it were in the dark, there is no envy nor scandal. I would neither lose you nor my reputation.
Mrs. Joyn. Your reputation! indeed, your worship, 'tis well known there are as grave men as your worship; nay, men in office too, that adjourn their cares and businesses, to come and unbend themselves at night here, with a little vizard-mask.
Gripe. I do believe it, Mrs. Joyner.
Lucy. Ay, godmother, and carries and treats her at Mulberry-garden.
Mrs. Cros. Nay, does not only treat her, but gives her his whole gleaning of that day.
Gripe. They may, they may, Mrs. Crossbite; they take above six in the hundred.
Mrs. Cros. Nay, there are those of so much worth and honour and love, that they'll take it from their wives and children to give it to their misses; now your worship has no wife, and but one child.
Gripe. Still for my edification! [Aside.
Mrs. Joyn. That's true, indeed; for I know a great lady that cannot follow her husband abroad to his haunts, because her Ferrandine is so ragged and greasy, whilst his mistress is as fine as fi'pence, in embroidered satins.