Flirt. Come, sir, not to delude you, as he would have us, we are—
Mons. Hold! hold!—
Flirt. The other night at the French-house—
Mons. Hold, I say!—'Tis even true as Gerrard says, the women will tell, I see.
Flou. If you would have her silent, stop her mouth with that ring.
Mons. Will that do't? here, here—'Tis worth one hundred and fifty pounds.—[Takes off his ring and gives it her.] But I must not lose my match, I must not lose a trout for a fly.—That men should live to hire women to silence!
Re-enter Gerrard, Hippolita, Parson, and Prue.
Don. Oh, are you come again. [Draws his sword and runs at them, Monsieur holds him.
Mons. Oh! hold! hold! uncle!—What, are you mad, Gerrard, to expose yourself to a new danger? why would you come out yet?
Ger. Because our danger now is over, I thank the parson there. And now we must beg—[Gerrard and Hippolita kneel.