SCENE VIII.

_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._