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Scen. 1.
Enter two Boyes.1. Boy.
Room, room for the Ladies of the New dress.
2. Boy.
Thou stiles them rightly Tim; for they
have plaid the snakes, and put off their old
slough: New Broom sweeps clean: Frosty age
and youth suit not well together. These Bonaroba's must
sate their appetites with fresh Cates, or their sharp attractive
stomacks will be quickly cloy'd.
1. Boy.
True Nick; hadst thou known their nightly
quartring as well as I have done, thou wouldst hold them
rare Coyducks for retreving new game: and storing their
Lobbies upon all adventures.
Why, Tim, art thou one of that Covy?
1. Boy.
Let it suffice thee, Wag, I know all their Fagaries
to an hair. I have not plaid such a Truant in my place;
as to become their Pe De during all the time of their restraint:
and not to attain the Principles of a Puny-Bolt:
a faithful secret Pimp deserves his constant pay.
2. Boy.
But in good sadness resolve me, were these
dainty Dabrides ever in restraint?
1. Boy.
As close coupt up, believe it, as any Parachito's
ever were: onely they assum'd to their pretended aggrievances
to exclaim against their hard fortunes, in being
marcht with such impotent and defective Husbands. And
now they have by long flickring and strong favourites got
out oth' Cage: and wrought themselves into Alimony.
2. Boy.
Uds so, will their dainty fingers tug in Alume
work?
1. Boy.
What an ignorant Puppy thou art? This is no
Alume work, but such a calcinated Mettal, as it will run
like Quicksilver over all their Husbands Demains: and in
very short time make a quick dispatch of all his Long acre.
2. Boy.
Trust me Tim, these be mad-mettal'd Girles:
brave Braches to breed on.
1. Boy.
What a wanton Monkey is this?—Hee's but
newly bred, and he can talk of Wenches breeding!—well,
thou wilt grow a Cock of th'game, if thy pen feathred
youth mount to't:—But silence, Wag, the She-Myrmidons
are entering the stage: and I am prickt out for the
Chorus.
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