; and, at my own proper charges, conclude the quarrel with a
reconciling supper.

_Wood._ I find the ladies of pleasure are beholden to you.

_Aldo._ Before George, I love the poor little devils. I am indeed a
father to them, and so they call me: I give them my counsel, and
assist them with my purse. I cannot see a pretty sinner hurried to
prison by the land-pirates, but nature works, and I must bail her; or
want a supper, but I have a couple of crammed chickens, a cream tart,
and a bottle of wine to offer her.

_Wood._ Sure you expect some kindness in return.

_Aldo._ Faith, not much: Nature in me is at low water-mark; my body's
a jade, and tires under me; yet I love to smuggle still in a corner;
pat them down, and pur over them; but, after that, I can do them
little harm.

_Wood._ Then I'm acquainted with your business: You would be a kind of
deputy-fumbler under me.

_Aldo._ You have me right. Be you the lion, to devour the prey; I am
your jackall, to provide it for you: There will be a bone for me to
pick.

_Wood._ Your humility becomes your age. For my part, I am vigorous,
and throw at all.

_Aldo._ As right as if I had begot thee! Wilt thou give me leave to
call thee son?

_Wood._ With all my heart.

_Aldo._ Ha, mad son!

_Wood._ Mad daddy!

_Aldo._ Your man told me, you were just returned from travel: What
parts have you last visited?

_Wood._ I came from France.

_Aldo._ Then, perhaps, you may have known an ungracious boy of mine
there.

_Wood._ Like enough: Pray, what's his name?

_Aldo._ George Aldo.

_Wood._ I must confess I do know the gentleman; satisfy yourself, he's
in health, and upon his return.

_Aldo._ That's some comfort: But, I hear, a very rogue, a lewd young
fellow.

_Wood._ The worst I know of him is, that he loves a wench; and that
good quality he has not stolen. [_Music at the Balcony over head: Mrs_
TRICKSY _and_ JUDITH _appear._]--Hark! There's music above.

_Aldo._ 'Tis at my daughter Tricksy's lodging; the kept mistress I
told you of, the lass of mettle. But for all she carries it so high, I
know her pedigree; her mother's a sempstress in Dog-and-Bitch yard,
and was, in her youth, as right as she is.

_Wood._ Then she's a two-piled punk, a punk of two descents.

_Aldo._ And her father, the famous cobler, who taught Walsingham to
the black-birds. How stand thy affections to her, thou lusty rogue?

_Wood._ All on fire: A most urging creature!

_Aldo._ Peace!