Bawd. I can’t chuse but laugh to hear the Fools prate about Preheminence:  They would all fain be Masters, and yet they know they are but all my Servants; they make their Boast, of this and that, and talk of their great gains:  and forget that I rule the Roast, and that both their gains and their very being here, depends upon my Pleasure:  Pray Gentlemen, whose House is this?  I hope you look upon the House to be mine, and I am sure I bought the Furniture.  And yet you talk as if I had nothing to do here; whereas you might all have gone a Begging before now, if I had not took you into my Service.  And you, Mrs. Minx because you’re a little handsome, you begin to grow Proud and don’t consider that if I had’nt prefer’d you to the Station you are in, you must have been a Scullion-Wench, or gone to washing and Scowring:  Was’nt it I that bought you those fine Cloths, put you into the Equipage you are in?  Alas you were but a meer Novice in sinning till I put you into the way, and taught you.  You have forgot how bashful you were at first, and how much ado I had to bring you to let a Gentleman take you by the Tu quoque.  And now I have brought you to something, that you can get your own living, you begin to slite me.—­And you Mr. Pimp. wa’n’t you a pitiful Rogue, till I took you into my Service?  Pray who would have regarded you in those Rags I found you in?  And now I have put you into a good Garb, and made a man of you, you wou’d fain be my Master, I warrant ye!  But I’ll take care to hinder that; and if you don’t know your self, I do.  Nay, there’s your Brother Pander too, is e’en as bad, and can’t tell when he’s well; Because I allow him the vails belonging to his Place, he fancies himself a Master too, and wou’d have all be rul’d by his advice:  But I shall make you know there’s two words to that Bargain.  I think I shou’d know what belongs so such a House better than any of you all.  I was brought up to’t when I was young:  and spent my young days in Love my self; but being disabled by Age and Weakness, I had that Affection for the Trade, that I entertain’d others to carry it on; bringing ’em up to my hand with much care; and therefore surely I must needs have more experience in it than another:  and if you won’t acknowledge me to be the chief, and Mistress of you all, I’ll make you.

The old Bawd having made an End, and put to Silence all the other Boasts, there was a young Prodigal Spark that had wasted a fair Estate in being a Customer to her House, thought he had now a fit opportunity to put her in Mind of his own Merits, and therefore thus began.