L. Fid. Was that all that deterred you?
Horn. And so expensive—you allow freedom, you say.
L. Fid. Ay, ay.
Horn. That I was afraid of losing my little money, as well as my little time, both which my other pleasures required.
L. Fid. Money! foh! you talk like a little fellow now: do such as we expect money?
Horn. I beg your pardon, madam, I must confess, I have heard that great ladies, like great merchants, set but the higher prices upon what they have, because they are not in necessity of taking the first offer.
Mrs. Dain. Such as we make sale of our hearts?
Mrs. Squeam. We bribed for our love? foh!
Horn. With your pardon ladies, I know, like great men in offices, you seem to exact flattery and attendance only from your followers; but you have receivers about you, and such fees to pay, a man is afraid to pass your grants. Besides, we must let you win at cards, or we lose your hearts; and if you make an assignation, 'tis at a goldsmith's, jeweller's, or china-house; where for your honour you deposit to him, he must pawn his to the punctual cit, and so paying for what you take up, pays for what he takes up.