_Enter +Dorcas+._
+Dor.+ He would not offer't, would he?
+Bright.+ We have been
In danger to be searched: hereafter we
Must first be question'd by an officer,
And bring it under hands we are no men,
Or have nought dangerous about us, before
We shall obtain access.
+New.+ We do expect
In time your husband, to preserve you chaste,
Should keep you with a guard of eunuchs, or
Confine you, like Italians, to a room
Where no male beast is pictur'd, lest the sight
Of aught that can beget should stir desires.
+Dor.+ I mar'l, sir, who did license you to pry,
Or spy out any friends that come to me;
It shows an unbred curiosity,
Which I'll correct hereafter. You will dare
To break up letters shortly, and examine
My tailor, lest, when he brings home my gown,
There, be a man in't. I'll have whom I list,
In what disguise I list, and when I list,
And not have your sour eyes so saucy to peep,
As if you, by prevention, meant to kill
A basilisk.
+Ware.+ Mistress, do what you list,
Send for your couch out, lie with your gallants there
Before us all: or, if you have a mind
To fellows that can lift weights, I can call
Two footmen too.
+Sea.+ You are too patient, sir:
Send for the marshal, and discharge your house.
+Mis. Sea.+ Truly a handsome woman! what pity 'tis
She is not honest. [_Aside._
+Mis. Hol.+ Two proper gentlemen, too.
Lord, that such pictures might be sent to me!
[_Aside._