Daw. He's slipt aside, sir.

Cler. But you must drink and be jovial.

Daw. Yes, give it me.

La-F. And me too.

Daw. Let's be jovial.

La-F. As jovial as you will.

Ott. Agreed. Now you shall have the bear, cousin, and sir John Daw the horse, and I'll have the bull still. Sound, Tritons of the Thames! [Drum, and trumpets sound again.] Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero

Mor. [above.] Villains, murderers, sons of the earth, and traitors, what do you there?

Cler. O, now the trumpets have waked him, we shall have his company.

Ott. A wife is a scurvy clogdogdo, an unlucky thing, a very foresaid bear-whelp, without any good fashion or breeding, mala bestia.

Re-enter TRUEWIT behind, with Mistress OTTER. Daup. Why did you marry one then, captain? Ott. A pox!-I married with six thousand pound, I. I was in love with that. I have not kissed my Fury these forty weeks.

Cler. The more to blame you, captain.

True. Nay, mistress Otter, hear him a little first. Ott. She has a breath worse than my grandmother's, profecto.

Mrs. Ott. O treacherous liar! kiss me, sweet master Truewit, and prove him a slandering knave.

True. I'll rather believe you, lady.

Ott. And she has a peruke that's like a pound of hemp, made up in shoe-threads.

Mrs. Ott. O viper, mandrake!

Ott. A most vile face! and yet she spends me forty pound a year in mercury and hogs-bones. All her teeth

were made in the Black-friars, both her eye-brows in the Strand, and her hair in Silver-street. Every part of the town owns a piece of her.

Mrs. Ott. [comes forward.] I cannot hold.

Ott. She takes herself asunder still when she goes to bed, into some twenty boxes; and about next day noon is put together again, like a great German clock: and so comes forth, and rings a tedious larum to the whole house, and then is quiet again for an hour, but for her quarters.-Have you done me right, gentlemen!

Mrs. Ott. [falls upon him and beats him.] No, sir, I'll do you right with my quarters, with my quarters. Ött. O, hold, good princess. True. Sound, sound!

Cler. A battle, a battle!

[Drum and trumpets sound.

Mrs. Ott. You notorious stinkardly bearward, does my breath smell }

Ott. Under correction, dear princess.-Look to my bear and my horse, gentlemen.

Mrs. Ott. Do I want teeth, and eyebrows, thou bull

dog

True. Sound, sound still.

[They sound again.

Ott. No, I protest, under correctionMrs. Ott. Ay, now you are under correction, you protest: but you did not protest before correction, sir. Thou Judas, to offer to betray thy princess! I'll make thee an example

[Beats him.

Enter MOROSE with his long sword. Mor. I will have no such examples in my house, lady Otter.

Mrs. Ott. Ah !—

[Mrs. OTTER, Daw, and La-FOOLE run off. Mor. Mistress Mary Ambree, your examples are dangerous.-Rogues, hell-hounds, Stentors! out of my doors,

you sons of noise and tumult, begot on an ill May-day, or when the galley-foist is afloat to Westminster! [Drives out the musicians.] A trumpeter could not be conceived but then.

Daup. What ails you, sir?

Mor. They have rent my roof, walls, and all my windows asunder, with their brazen throats.

True. Best follow him, Dauphine.

Daup. So I will.

Cler. Where's Daw and La-Foole ?

[Exit.

[Exit.

Ott. They are both run away, sir. Good gentlemen, help to pacify my princess, and speak to the great ladies for me. Now must I go lie with the bears this fortnight, and keep out of the way, till my peace be made, for this scandal she has taken. Did you not see my bull-head, gentlemen?

Cler. Is't not on, captain?

True. No; but he may make a new one, by that is on. Ott. O, here it is. An you come over, gentlemen, and ask for Tom Otter, we'll go down to Ratcliff, and have a course i'faith, for all these disasters. There is bona spes left.

True. Away, captain, get off while you are well.

[Exit OTTER.

Cler. I am glad we are rid of him. True. You had never been, unless we had put his wife upon him. His humour is as tedious at last, as it was ridiculous at first.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-A long open Gallery in the same.

Enter Lady HAUGHTY, Mistress OTTER, MAvis, Daw, LA-FOOLE, CENTAURE, and EPICENE.

Hau. We wonder'd why you shriek'd so, mistress Otter.

Mrs. Ott. O lord, madam, he came down with a huge long naked weapon in both his hands, and look'd so dreadfully sure he's beside himself.

Mav. Why, what made you there, mistress Otter? Mrs. Ott. Alas, mistress Mavis, I was chastising my subject, and thought nothing of him.

Daw. Faith, mistress, you must do so too: learn to chastise. Mistress Otter corrects her husband so, he dares not speak but under correction.

La-F. And with his hat off to her: 'twould do you good to see.

Hau. In sadness, 'tis good and mature counsel; practise it, Morose. I'll call you Morose still now, as I call Centaure and Mavis; we four will be all one.

Cen. And you'll come to the college, and live with us? Hau. Make him give milk and honey.

Mav. Look how you manage him at first, you shall have him ever after.

Cen. Let him allow you your coach, and four horses, your woman, your chamber-maid, your page, your gentleman-usher, your French cook, and four grooms.

Hau. And go with us to Bedlam, to the china-houses, and to the Exchange.

Cen. It will open the gate to your fame.

Hau. Here's Centaure has immortalised herself, with taming of her wild male.

Mav. Ay, she has done the miracle of the kingdom.

Enter CLERIMONT and TRUEWIT.

Epi. But, ladies, do you count it lawful to have such plurality of servants, and do them all graces ?

Hau. Why not? why should women deny their favours to men are they the poorer or the worse?

Daw. Is the Thames the less for the dyers' water, mistress?

La-F. Or a torch for lighting many torches ? True. Well said, La-Foole; what a new one he has got!

Cen. They are empty losses women fear in this kind. Hau. Besides, ladies should be mindful of the approach of age, and let no time want his due use. The best of

our days pass first.

Mav. We are rivers, that cannot be call'd back, madam: she that now excludes her lovers, may live to lie a forsaken beldame, in a frozen bed.

Cen. 'Tis true, Mavis: and who will wait on us to coach then or write, or tell us the news then, make anagrams of our names, and invite us to the Cockpit, and kiss our hands all the play-time, and draw their weapons for our honours ?

Hau. Not one.

Daw. Nay, my mistress is not altogether unintelligent of these things; here be in presence have tasted of her favours.

Cler. What a neighing hobby-horse is this!

Epi. But not with intent to boast them again, servant.-And have you those excellent receipts, madam, to keep yourselves from bearing of children?

Hau. O yes, Morose: how should we maintain our youth and beauty else? Many births of a woman make her old, as many crops make the earth barren.

Enter MOROSE and DAUPHINE.

Mor, O my cursed angel, that instructed me to this fate !

Daup. Why, sir!

Mor. That I should be seduced by so foolish a devil as a barber will make !

Daup. I would I had been worthy, sir, to have