an be.

BELIN. And so--but where did I leave off, my dear? I was telling you--

ARAM. You were about to tell me something, child, but you left off
before you began.

BELIN. Oh; a most comical sight: a country squire, with the equipage of
a wife and two daughters, came to Mrs. Snipwel's shop while I was
there--but oh Gad! two such unlicked cubs!

ARAM. I warrant, plump, cherry-cheeked country girls.

BELIN. Ay, o' my conscience, fat as barn-door fowl: but so bedecked, you
would have taken 'em for Friesland hens, with their feathers growing the
wrong way. O such outlandish creatures! Such Tramontanae, and
foreigners to the fashion, or anything in practice! I had not patience
to behold. I undertook the modelling of one of their fronts, the more
modern structure--

ARAM. Bless me, cousin; why would you affront anybody so? They might be
gentlewomen of a very good family--

BELIN. Of a very ancient one, I dare swear, by their dress. Affront!
pshaw, how you're mistaken! The poor creature, I warrant, was as full of
curtsies, as if I had been her godmother. The truth on't is, I did
endeavour to make her look like a Christian--and she was sensible of it,
for she thanked me, and gave me two apples, piping hot, out of her under-
petticoat pocket. Ha, ha, ha: and t'other did so stare and gape, I
fancied her like the front of her father's hall; her eyes were the two
jut-windows, and her mouth the great door, most hospitably kept open for
the entertainment of travelling flies.

ARAM. So then, you have been diverted. What did they buy?

BELIN. Why, the father bought a powder-horn, and an almanac, and a comb-
case; the mother, a great fruz-towr, and a fat amber necklace; the
daughters only tore two pairs of kid-leather gloves, with trying 'em on.
O Gad, here comes the fool that dined at my Lady Freelove's t'other day.

SCENE IX.

[_To them_] SIR JOSEPH _and_ BLUFFE.

ARAM. May be he may not know us again.

BELIN. We'll put on our masks to secure his ignorance. [_They put on
their masks_.]

SIR JO. Nay, Gad, I'll pick up; I'm resolved to make a night on't. I'll
go to Alderman Fondlewife by and by, and get fifty pieces more from him.
Adslidikins, bully, we'll wallow in wine and women. Why, this same
Madeira wine has made me as light as a grasshopper. Hist, hist, bully,
dost thou see those tearers? [_Sings_.] Look you what here is--look you
what here is--toll--loll--dera--toll--loll--agad,