Sir Jasp. No.
L. Squeam. No! what does she here then? say, if it be not a woman's lodging, what makes she here? But are you sure no woman lodges here?
Sir Jasp. No, nor no man neither, this is Mr. Horner's lodging.
L. Squeam. Is it so, are you sure?
Sir Jasp. Yes, yes.
L. Squeam. So; then there's no hurt in't, I hope. But where is he?
Sir Jasp. He's in the next room with my wife.
L. Squeam. Nay, if you trust him with your wife, I may with my Biddy. They say, he's a merry harmless man now, e'en as harmless a man as ever came out of Italy with a good voice, and as pretty, harmless company for a lady, as a snake without his teeth.
Sir Jasp. Ay, ay, poor man.