Mytilene. A street
before the brothel.
First Gentleman Did you ever hear the like?
Second Gentleman No,
nor never shall do in such a place as this,
she being once gone.
First Gentleman But to have divinity preached there!
did you ever dream of such a thing?
Second Gentleman No, no. Come,
I am for no more bawdy-houses:
shall’s go hear the vestals sing?
First Gentleman I’ll do any thing now that is virtuous;
but I am out of the road of rutting for ever.