But whither does distraction lead me to talk of charms?
"FIRST LADY.

Charms, a chit's, a girl's charms! Come, let us widows be true to ourselves, keep our countenances and our characters, and a fig for the maids.
"SECOND LADY.

Ay, since they will set up for our knowledge, why should not we for their ignorance?
"THIRD LADY.

But, madam, o' Sunday morning at church, I curtsied to you and looked at a great fuss in a glaring light dress, next pew.
That strong, masculine thing is a knight's wife, pretends to all the tenderness in the world, and would fain put the unwieldly upon us for the soft, the languid.

She has of a sudden left her dairy, and sets up for a fine town lady; calls her maid Cisly, her woman speaks to her by her surname of Mrs.Cherryfist, and her great foot-boy of nineteen, big enough for a trooper, is stripped into a laced coat, now Mr.Page forsooth.
"FOURTH LADY.