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Scen. 4.

Enter the Cashier'd Confidents in a discontented posture.
Florello.

Summon'd to appear! for what?—What
have we done!


Caranto.
Incens'd those humerous scornful Ladies.
Thence rose the ground, I durst wager my Bever on't:
They ought us a spite, and their Information has don't.

Palisado.

This falls pat on their resolves: for those disdainful
Wenches in the heat of their Passion, vow'd joyntly
that Revenge should kick up our heels.


Salibrand.

Our heels are not so short, though theirs be.
Should they pursue this Information, it would dart highly
on their dishonour.


Morisco.

Honour! what may that be in this age but
an airy Title? These Bonarobas have not lost the art of
ingratiating nor deluding their Servants. There be Chimneys
enough at Court to convey their smoak. Beauty and
Confidence keep strong Sentinels in Loves Army.
They cannot want Sollicitors in a place of Liberty.


Tilly.

Let them hold to't: Their Complaints are but
squibs in the Ayr. Such Whifflers are below my scorn,
and beneath my spite.

Let's bravely on: I should account his fate
The worst of ills, that's foil'd by Womans hate.

Florello.
Yet 'twas Alcides heavy fate, and He
Was stronger far then twenty such as we.

(Exeunt.