Lucy. Since you have a design to pawn me for the rent, 'tis time to remove my goods.
Dap. Thou art extremely mistaken.
Lucy. Besides, I have heard such strange things of you this morning.
Dap. What things?
Lucy. I blush to speak 'em.
Dap. I know my innocence, therefore take my charge as a favour. What have I done?
Lucy. Then know, vile wit, my mother has confessed just now thou wert false to me, to her too certain knowledge; and hast forced even her to be false to me too.
Dap. Faults in drink, Lucy, when we are not ourselves, should not condemn us.
Lucy. And now to let me out to hire like a hackney!—I tell you my own dear mother shall bargain for me no more; there are as little as I can bargain for themselves now-a-days, as well as properer women.