Des._ Is this your Business, Sir, to rail against our Clothes, as if
you intended to preach me into my Primitive Nakedness again?

_Ana._ Ah, the naked Truth is best; but, Madam, I have a little work of
Grace to communicate unto you, please you to send your Page away--

_L. Des._ Withdraw-- sure I can make my Party good with one wicked
Elder:-- Now, Sir, your Bus'ness.
[Ex. _Tom._
--Be brief.

_Ana._ As brief as you please-- but-- who in the sight of so much
Beau - - ty-- can think of any Bus'ness but the Bus'ness-- Ah! hide
those tempting Breasts,-- Alack, how smooth and warm they are--
[Feeling 'em, and sneering.

_L. Des._ How now, have you forgot your Function?

_Ana._ Nay, but I am mortal Man also, and may fall seven times a
day-- Yea verily, I may fall seven times a day-- Your Ladyship's Husband
is old,-- and where there is a good excuse for falling,-- ah, there the
fall-- ing-- is excusable.-- And might I but fall with your Ladyship,--
might I, I say.--

_L. Des._ How, this from you, the Head o' th' Church Militant, the very
Pope of Presbytery?

_Ana._ Verily, the Sin lieth in the Scandal; therefore most of the
discreet pious Ladies of the Age chuse us, upright Men, who make a
Conscience of a Secret, the Laity being more regardless of their
Fame.-- In sober sadness, the Place-- inviteth, the Creature tempting,
and the Spirit very violent within me.
[Takes and ruffles her.

_L. Des._ Who waits there?-- I'm glad you have prov'd your self what I
ever thought of all your pack of Knaves.

_Ana._ Ah, Madam! Do not ruin my Reputation; there are Ladies of high
Degree in the Commonwealth, to whom we find our selves most comforting;
why might not you be one?-- for, alas, we are accounted as able Men in
Ladies Chambers, as in our Pulpits: we serve both Functions--

Enter Servants.

Hah! her Servants-- [Stands at a distance.

_L. Des._ Shou'd I tell this, I shou'd not find belief. [Aside.

_Ana._ Madam, I have another Errand to your Ladiship.-- It is the Duty
of my Occupation to catechize the Heads of every Family within my
Diocese; and you must answer some few Questions I shall ask.-- In the
first place, Madam,-- Who made ye?

_L. Des._ So, from Whoring, to a zealous Catechism-- who made me? what
Insolence is this, to ask me Questions which every Child that lisps out
Words can answer!

_Ana._ 'Tis our Method, Madam.

_L. Des._ Your Impudence, Sirrah,-- let me examine your Faith,