Gripe. At this time of night!—besides, the waiters will ne'er come near you.
Lucy. They will be observant of good customers, as we shall be. Come along.
Gripe. Indeed, and verily, little mistress, I would go, but that I should be forsworn if I did.
Mrs. Joyn. That's so pitiful an excuse!—
Gripe. In truth, I have forsworn the place ever since I was pawned there for a reckoning.
Lucy. You have broken many an oath for the good old cause, and will you boggle at one for your poor little miss? Come along.
Enter Lady Flippant behind.
L. Flip. Unfortunate lady that I am! I have left the herd on purpose to be chased, and have wandered this hour here; but the Park affords not so much as a satyr for me, and (that's strange!) no Burgundy man or drunken scourer will reel my way. The rag-women, and cinder-women, have better luck than I.—But who are these? if this mongrel light does not deceive me, 'tis my brother,—'tis he:—there's Joyner, too, and two other women. I'll follow 'em. It must be he, for this world hath nothing like him;—I know not what the devil may be in the other. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.—Another part of the same.
Enter Sir Simon Addleplot, in fine clothes, Dapperwit and Mrs. Martha, unseen by him at the door.