Lyd. There does not pass a night here but many a match is made.
L. Flip. That a woman of honour should have the word match in her mouth!—but I hope, madam, the fellows do not make honourable love here, do they? I abominate honourable love, upon my honour.
Lyd. If they should make honourable love here, I know you would prevent 'em.
Re-enter Vincent and Dapperwit.—They walk slowly towards the Ladies.
But here come two men will inform you what to do.
L. Flip. Do they come?—are they men certainly?
Lyd. Prepare for an assault, they'll put you to't.
L. Flip. Will they put us to't certainly? I was never put to't yet. If they should put us to't, I should drop down, down, certainly.
Lyd. I believe, truly, you would not have power to run away.