dergo for my sake.

_Will._ Faith, Child, I have been bred in Dangers, and wear a Sword that
has been employ'd in a worse Cause, than for a handsom kind Woman-- Name
the Danger-- let it be any thing but a long Siege, and I'll undertake
it.

_Hell._ Can you storm?

_Will._ Oh, most furiously.

_Hell._ What think you of a Nunnery-wall? for he that wins me, must gain
that first.

_Will._ A Nun! Oh how I love thee for't! there's no Sinner like a young
Saint-- Nay, now there's no denying me: the old Law had no Curse (to a
Woman) like dying a Maid; witness _Jephtha's_ Daughter.

_Hell._ A very good Text this, if well handled; and I perceive, Father
Captain, you would impose no severe Penance on her who was inclin'd to
console her self before she took Orders.

_Will._ If she be young and handsom.

_Hell._ Ay, there's it-- but if she be not--

_Will._ By this Hand, Child, I have an implicit Faith, and dare venture
on thee with all Faults-- besides, 'tis more meritorious to leave the
World when thou hast tasted and prov'd the Pleasure on't; then 'twill be
a Virtue in thee, which now will be pure Ignorance.

_Hell._ I perceive, good Father Captain, you design only to make me fit
for Heaven-- but if on the contrary you should quite divert me from it,
and bring me back to the World again, I should have a new Man to seek I
find; and what a grief that will be-- for when I begin, I fancy I shall
love like any thing: I never try'd yet.

_Will._ Egad, and that's kind-- Prithee, dear Creature, give me Credit
for a Heart, for faith, I'm a very honest Fellow-- Oh, I long to come
first to the Banquet of Love; and such a swinging Appetite I bring-- Oh,
I'm impatient. Thy Lodging, Sweetheart, thy Lodging, or I'm a dead man.

_Hell._ Why must we be either guilty of Fornication or Murder, if we
converse with you Men?-- And is there no difference between leave to
love me, and leave to lie with me?

_Will._ Faith, Child, they were made to go together.

_Lucet._ Are you sure this is the Man? [Pointing to _Blunt_.

_Sancho._ When did I mistake your Game?

_Lucet._ This is a stranger, I know by his gazing; if he be brisk he'll
venture to follow me; and then, if I understand my Trade, he's mine:
he's _English_ too, and they say that's a sort of good natur'd loving
People, and have generally so kind an opinion of themselves, that a
Woman with any Wit may flatter 'em into any sort of Fool she pleases.

_Blunt._ 'Tis so-- she is