Nov. And would bespeak a place three days before at the back-end of a lord's coach to Hyde Park.
L. Plau. Nay, i'faith, i'faith, you are both too severe.
Oliv. Then to show yet more his passion for quality, he makes love to that fulsome coach-load of honour, my Lady Goodly, for he's always at her lodging.
L. Plau. Because it is the conventicle-gallant, the meeting-house of all the fair ladies, and glorious superfine beauties of the town.
Nov. Very fine ladies! there's first—
Oliv. Her honour, as fat as an hostess.
L. Plau. She is something plump indeed, a goodly, comely, graceful person.
Nov. Then there's my Lady Frances—what d'ye call her? as ugly—
Oliv. As a citizen's lawfully begotten daughter.
L. Plau. She has wit in abundance, and the handsomest heel, elbow, and tip of an ear, you ever saw.