Tru. Nay, Mrs. Otter, hear him a little first, Otter. She hath a breath worfe than my grandmother's, profectò.

Mrs. Otter. Oh, treacherous lyar! Kiss me, sweet* mafter Truewit, and prove him a flandering knave. Tru. I'll rather believe you, lady.

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

Mrs. Otter. Oh, viper, mandrake!

Otter. A moft vile face! and yet fhe spends me forty pound a-year in washes for it, mercury, and hogs' bones. All her teeth were made i' the BlackFriers, both her eye-brows i' the Strand, and her hair in Silver-street. Every part o' the town owns a piece of her.

Mrs. Otter. I cannot hold.

Otter. She takes herself afunder ftill when the goes to bed, into some twenty boxes; and about next day noon is put together again, like a great German clock; and fo comes forth, and rings a tedious larum to the whole house, and then is quiet again for an hour, but for her quarters. Ha' you done me right, gentlemen?

Mrs. Otter. No, Sir, I'll do you right with my quarters, with my quarters.

[She falls upon him and beats him.

Otter. Oh, hold, good princess.

Tru

Tru. Sound, found.

Cler. A battle, a battle.

[Trumpets,

Mrs. Otter. You notorious ftinkardly bearward, does my breath fmell?

Otter. Under correction, dear princefs. Look to my bear and my horse, gentlemen.

Mrs. Otter. Do I want teeth, and eye-brows,

thou bull-dog?

Tru. Sound, found ftill.

Otter. No, I proteft, under correction

[Trumpets,

Mrs. Otter. Ay, now you are under correction, you proteft: But you did not protest before correction, Sir. Thou Judas, to offer to betray thy princess! I'll make thee an example

Morofe, within.

Mor. Villains, murderers, fons of the earth, and traitors, what do you there?

Tru. Oh, now the noises have waked him, we fhall have his company.

Enter Morofe, with a long fword.

Mor. Rogues, hell-hounds, Stentors, out of my doors, you fons of noife and tumult, begot on an ill May-day, or when the gally-foift is afloat to Weftminster! A trumpeter could not be conceiv'd

but

but then. Out, out, I fay!

[Exit, driving out

trumpeters, Mrs. Otter, Daw and La-Foole.

Cler. Where's Daw and La-Foole?

Otter. They are both run away, Sir. Good gentlemen, help to pacify my princefs, and fpeak to the great ladies for me. Now muft I go lie with the bears this fortnight, and keep out o' the way, till my peace be made, for this fcandal fhe has taken. Did not you see my bull-head, gentlemen? Cler. Is't not on, captain?

Otter. Oh, here 'tis. An you come over, gentlemen, and ask for Tom Otter, we'll go down to Ratcliff, and have a courfe i'faith, for all these difafters.

Tru. Away, captain, get off while you are well. Otter. There is bona fpes left.

Cler. I am glad we are rid of him.

[Exit.

Tru. You had never been, unless we had put his wife upon him. His humour is as tedious aț laft, as it was ridiculous at firft.

Enter Haughty, Mrs. Otter, Mavis, Daw, LaFoole, Centaure, and Epicone.

Hau. We wonder'd why you fhriek'd fo, Mrs. Otter.

Mrs, Otter, Oh, Heav'n, madam, he came down

with a huge long naked weapon in both his hands, and look'd fo dreadfully. Sure he's befide himself.

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

Daw. Faith, miftrefs, you must do so too, Learn to chaftife. Mistress Otter corrects her hufband fo, he dares not speak, but under correction.

La-F. And with his hat off to her: "Twould do you good to fee.

Hau. In fadnefs, 'tis good and mature counsel; practise it, Morofe. 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.

Mavis. Look how you manage him at first, you fhall have him ever after.

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

Hau. And go with us to Bedlam, to the Chinahoufes, and to the Exchange.

Cen. It will open the gate to your fame.

Hau.

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

Mavis. Ay, the has done the miracle of the kingdom.

Re-enter Morofe.

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

Mrs. Otter. Ah!

[Shrieking. Mor. I will have none of these discords in my. houfe, lady Otter.

Hau. What ails you, Sir?

Mor. And the rest of the train too. Mrs. Mary Ambree, your examples are dangerous. Begone, I fay!

Epi. Fy, mafter Morofe, that you will ufe this violence to a gentlewoman!

Mor. How!

[Dropping his fword.

Epi. It does not become your gravity or breeding (in court, as you pretend) to have offer'd this

outrage on a waterman, or any more boisterous

creature, much less a lady.

Mor. You can speak then?

Epi. Yes, Sir.

Mor. Speak out, I mean?

Epi. To be fure, Sir: Why, did you think you

had