Horn. So, 'twill come to the glasses anon. [Aside.
Mrs. Squeam. Lovely brimmer! let me enjoy him first.
L. Fid. No, I never part with a gallant till I've tried him. Dear brimmer! that makest our husbands short-sighted.
Mrs. Dain. And our bashful gallants bold.
Mrs. Squeam. And, for want of a gallant, the butler lovely in our eyes.—Drink, eunuch.
L. Fid. Drink, thou representative of a husband.—Damn a husband!
Mrs. Dain. And, as it were a husband, an old keeper.
Mrs. Squeam. And an old grandmother.
Horn. And an English bawd, and a French surgeon.
L. Fid. Ay, we have all reason to curse 'em.