L. Flip. Therefore I will not stay the push.—They come! they come! oh, the fellows come! [Lady Flippant runs away, Lydia follows, and Vincent and Dapperwit after them.
Re-enter Lady Flippant at the other side, alone.
L. Flip. So! I am got off clear! I did not run from the men, but my companion. For all their brags, men have hardly courage to set upon us when our number is equal; now they shall see I defy 'em:—for we women have always most courage when we are alone. But, a pox! the lazy rogues come not! or they are drunk and cannot run. Oh drink! abominable drink! instead of inflaming love, it quenches it; and for one lover it encourages, it makes a thousand impotent. Curse on all wine! even Rhenish wine and sugar—
Enter Sir Simon Addleplot, muffled in a cloak.
But fortune will not see me want; here comes a single bully,—I wish he may stand;—
For now a-nights the jostling nymph is bolder
Than modern satyr with his cloak o'er shoulder.
Well met, sir. [She puts on her mask.
Sir Sim. How shall I know that, forsooth? Who are you? do you know me?
L. Flip. Who are you? don't you know me?