e, Captain-- Why, 'twill be the greater Charity to take
me for thy Mistress, I am a lone Child, a kind of Orphan Lover; and why
I shou'd die a Maid, and in a Captain's Hands too, I do not understand.

_Will._ Egad, I was never claw'd away with Broad-Sides from any Female
before, thou hast one Virtue I adore, good-Nature; I hate a coy demure
Mistress, she's as troublesome as a Colt, I'll break none; no, give me a
mad Mistress when mew'd, and in flying on[e] I dare trust upon the Wing,
that whilst she's kind will come to the Lure.

_Hell._ Nay, as kind as you will, good Captain, whilst it lasts, but
let's lose no time.

_Will._ My time's as precious to me, as thine can be; therefore, dear
Creature, since we are so well agreed, let's retire to my Chamber, and
if ever thou were treated with such savory Love-- Come-- My Bed's
prepar'd for such a Guest, all clean and sweet as thy fair self; I love
to steal a Dish and a Bottle with a Friend, and hate long Graces-- Come,
let's retire and fall to.

_Hell._ 'Tis but getting my Consent, and the Business is soon done; let
but old Gaffer _Hymen_ and his Priest say Amen to't, and I dare lay my
Mother's Daughter by as proper a Fellow as your Father's Son, without
fear or blushing.

_Will._ Hold, hold, no Bugg Words, Child, Priest and _Hymen_: prithee
add Hangman to 'em to make up the Consort-- No, no, we'll have no Vows
but Love, Child, nor Witness but the Lover; the kind Diety injoins
naught but love and enjoy. _Hymen_ and Priest wait still upon Portion,
and Joynture; Love and Beauty have their own Ceremonies. Marriage is as
certain a Bane to Love, as lending Money is to Friendship: I'll neither
ask nor give a Vow, tho I could be content to turn Gipsy, and become a
Left-hand Bridegroom, to have the Pleasure of working that great Miracle
of making a Maid a Mother, if you durst venture; 'tis upse Gipsy that,
and if I miss, I'll lose my Labour.

_Hell._ And if you do not lose, what shall I get? A Cradle full of Noise
and Mischief, with a Pack of Repentance at my Back? Can you teach me to
weave Incle to pass my time with? 'Tis upse Gipsy that too.

_Will._ I can teach thee to weave a true Love's Knot better.

_Hell._ So can my Dog.

_Will._ Well, I see we are both upon our Guard, and I see there's no way
to conquer good Nature, but by yielding-- here-- give me thy Hand-- one
Kiss and I am thine--

_Hell._ One Kiss! How like my Page he speaks; I am resolv'd you shall
have none