Mrs. Joyn. But you see, poor innocent souls, to what use they put it;—not to hide gallants.
Gripe. Temperance is the nurse of chastity.
Mrs. Joyn. But your worship may please to mend their fare; and, when you come, may make them entertain you better than, you see, they do themselves.
Gripe. No, I am not dainty, as I told you. I abominate entertainments;—no entertainments, pray, Mrs. Joyner.
Mrs. Joyn. No! [Aside.
Gripe. There can be no entertainment to me more luscious and savoury than communion with that little gentlewoman.—Will you call her out? I fast till I see her.
Mrs. Joyn. But, in truly, your worship, we should have brought a bottle or two of Rhenish and some Naples biscuit, to have entertained the young gentlewoman. 'Tis the mode for lovers to treat their mistresses.
Gripe. Modes! I tell you, Mrs. Joyner, I hate modes and forms.
Mrs. Joyn. You must send for something to entertain her with.