O thou lewd young man! my
indignation boils over against these harlots; and thus I sweep them
from out my family.

_Pleas._ Down with the Suburbians, down with them.

_Aldo._ O spare my daughters, Mrs Saintly! Sweet Mrs Pleasance, spare
my flesh and blood!

_Wood._ Keep the door open, and help to secure the retreat, father:
There is no pity to be expected. [_The Whores run out, followed by_
SAINTLY, PLEASANCE, _and_ JUDITH.

_Aldo._ Welladay, welladay! one of my daughters is big with bastard,
and she laid at her gascoins most unmercifully! every stripe she had,
I felt it: The first fruit of whoredom is irrecoverably lost!

_Wood._ Make haste, and comfort her.

_Aldo._ I will, I will; and yet I have a vexatious business, which
calls me first another way. The rogue, my son, is certainly come over;
he has been seen in town four days ago.

_Wood._ It is impossible: I'll not believe it.

_Aldo._ A friend of mine met his old man, Giles, this very morning, in
quest of me; and Giles assured him, his master is lodged in this very
street.

_Wood._ In this very street! how knows he that?

_Aldo._ He dogged him to the corner of it; and then my son turned
back, and threatened him. But I'll find out Giles, and then I'll make
such an example of my reprobate! [_Exit._

_Wood._ If Giles be discovered, I am undone!--Why, Gervase, where are
you, sirrah! Hey, hey!

_Enter_ GERVASE.

Run quickly to that betraying rascal Giles, a rogue, who would take
Judas's bargain out of his hands, and undersell him. Command him
strictly to mew himself up in his lodgings, till farther orders: and
in case he be refractory, let him know, I have not forgot to kick and
cudgel. That _memento_ would do well for you too, sirrah.

_Gerv._ Thank your worship; you have always been liberal of your hands
to me.

_Wood._ And you have richly deserved it.

_Gerv._ I will not say, who has better deserved it of my old master.

_Wood._ Away, old Epictetus, about your business, and leave your musty
morals, or I shall--

_Gerv._ Nay, I won't forfeit my own wisdom so far as to suffer for it.
Rest you merry: I'll do my best, and heaven mend all. [_Exit._

_Enter_ SAINTLY.

_Saint._ Verily, I have waited till you were alone, and am come to
rebuke you, out of the zeal of my spirit.

_Wood._ It is the spirit of persecution. Dioclesian, and Julian the
apostate, were but typ