Hip. Nor to eat a syllabub in New Spring garden[55] with a cousin!—
Prue. Nor to drink a pint of wine with a friend at the Prince in the Sun!—
Hip. Nor to hear a fiddle in good company!—
Prue. Nor to hear the organs and tongs at the Gun in Moorfields!—
Hip. Nay, not suffered to go to church, because the men are sometimes there!—Little did I think I should ever have longed to go to church.
Prue. Or I either;—but between two maids—
Hip. Nor see a man!—
Prue. Nor come near a man!—
Hip. Nor hear of a man!—
Prue. No, miss; but to be denied a man! and to have no use at all of a man!—