who are
so sawcy to take an account of mine-- Who made you? But lest you shou'd
not know, I will inform you: First, Heav'n made you a deform'd,
ill-favour'd Creature; then the Rascal your Father made you a Taylor;
next, your Wife made you a Cuckold; and lastly the Devil has made you a
Doctor; and so get you gone for a Fool and a Knave all over.

_Ana._ A Man of my Coat affronted thus!

_L. Des._ It shall be worse, Sirrah, my Husband shall know how kind you
wou'd have been to him, because your Disciple and Benefactor, to have
begot him a Babe of Grace for a Son and Heir.

_Ana._ Mistake not my pious meaning, most gracious Lady.

_L. Des._ I'll set you out in your Colours: Your impudent and bloody
Principles, your Cheats, your Rogueries on honest Men, thro their kind,
deluded Wives, whom you cant and goggle into a Belief, 'tis a great work
of Grace to steal, and beggar their whole Families, to contribute to
your Gormandizing, Lust and Laziness; Ye Locusts of the Land, preach
Nonsense, Blasphemy, and Treason, till you sweat again, that the
sanctify'd Sisters may rub you down, to comfort and console the
Creature.

_Ana._ Ah! Am--

_L. Des._ Sirrah, be gone, and trouble me no more-- be gone-- yet
stay-- the Rogue may be of use to me-- Amongst the heap of Vice,
Hypocrisy, and Devils that possess all your Party, you may have some
necessary Sin; I've known some honest, useful Villains amongst you, that
will swear, profess, and lye devoutedly for the Good Old Cause.

_Ana._ Yea, verily, I hope there are many such, and I shou'd rejoice,
yea, exceedingly rejoice in any Gadly Performance to your Ladiship.

_L. Des._ This is a pious Work: You are a Knave of Credit, a very Saint
with the rascally Rabble, with whom your seditious Cant more prevails,
your precious Hum and Ha, and gifted Nonsense, than all the Rhetorick of
the Learn'd or Honest.

_Ana._ Hah!

_L. Des._ --In fine, I have use of your Talent at present, there's one
now in Confinement of the Royal Party-- his Name's _Freeman_.

_Ana._ And your Ladiship wou'd have him dispatch'd; I conceive ye-- but
wou'd you have him dispatch'd privately, or by Form of Law? we've Tools
for all uses, and 'tis a pious Work, and meritorious.

_L. Des._ Right, I wou'd indeed have him dispatch'd, and privately; but
'tis hither privately, hither to my Chamber, privately, for I have
private Bus'ness with him. D'ye start?-- this must be done-- for you can
pimp I'm sure upon occasion