Horn. For my sake, ladies?
L. Fid. No, for our own; for the first spoils all young gallants' industry.
Mrs. Dain. And the other's art makes 'em bold only with common women.
Mrs. Squeam. And rather run the hazard of the vile distemper amongst them, than of a denial amongst us.
Mrs. Dain. The filthy toads choose mistresses now as they do stuffs, for having been fancied and worn by others.
Mrs. Squeam. For being common and cheap.
L. Fid. Whilst women of quality, like the richest stuffs, lie untumbled, and unasked for.
Horn. Ay, neat, and cheap, and new, often they think best.
Mrs. Dain. No, sir, the beasts will be known by a mistress longer than by a suit.