Don. Come, pray ladies, if you have no business here, be pleased to retire; for few of us are in humour to be so civil to you as you may deserve.
Mons. Ay, prithee, dear jades, get you gone.
Flirt. We will not stir.
Don. Who are they, I say, fool? and why don't they go?
Flou. We are, sir—
Mons. Hold! hold!—They are persons of honour and quality, and—
Flirt. We are no persons of honour and quality, sir, we are—
Mons. They are modest ladies, and being in a kind of disguise, will not own their quality.
Flou. We modest ladies!
Mons. Why, sometimes you are in the humour to pass for women of honour and quality; prithee, dear jades, let your modesty and greatness come upon you now. [Aside to them.