_Franc_. A gentlewoman! I thought so; my house, affords no
harbour for gentlewomen: you are a company of proud harlotries: I'll
teach you to take place of tradesmen's wives, with a wannion to you.
_Lov_. How's this! Madam Isabella!
_Isa_. Mr Loveby! how happy am I to meet with you in my distress!
_Lov_. What's the matter, madam?
_Isa_. I'll tell you, if this gentlewoman will give me leave.
_Franc_. No, gentlewoman, I will not give you leave; they are
such as we maintain your pride, as they say. [ISABELLA _and_
LOVEBY _whisper_.] Our husbands trust you, and you must go before
their wives. I am sure my good-man never goes to any of your lodgings,
but he comes home the worse for it, as they say.
_Lov_. Is that all? pr'ythee, good landlady, for my sake
entertain my friends.
_Franc_. If the gentleman's worship had come alone, it may be I
might have entertained him; but for your minion!
_Enter_ NONSUCH, FAILER, BURR, _and Officers. Cry within, Here,
here_.
_Fail_. My lord, arrest Sir Timorous upon a promise of marriage
to your daughter, and we'll witness it.
_Tim_. Why, what a strange thing of you's this, madam Isabella,
to bring a man into trouble thus!
_Fail_. You are not yet married to her?
_Tim_. Not that I remember.
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