Enter WOODALL.

A hey, boys, a hey! here he comes, that will swinge you all! down, you little jades, and worship him; it is the genius of whoring.

Wood. And down went chairs and table, and out went every candle.  Ho, brave old patriarch in the middle of the church militant! whores of all sorts; forkers and ruin-tailed:  Now come I gingling in with my bells, and fly at the whole covey.

Aldo. A hey, a hey, boys! the town’s thy own; burn, ravish, and destroy!

Wood. We will have a night of it, like Alexander, when he burnt
Persepolis:  tuez, tuez, tuez! point de quartier.
          [He runs in amongst them, and they scuttle about the room.

  Enter SAINTLY, PLEASANCE, JUDITH, with Broom-sticks.

Saint. What, in the midst of Sodom!  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.