, her Devotion and yours are much alike,
The Fit ne're took you but once in your Lives, and
Then, 'tis true you wept at Prayers, that was, at your
Own Christnings.

_Jasp._ Prethee more Charity, sweet dear _Flora_; come, let
Me kiss thee.

_Flor._ Pray forbear, I'de sooner kiss a Horse.

_Jasp._ Why so scornful, dear _Flora_?

_Flor._ That's not my bus'ness; come, tell me, where's the Nurse?

_Jasp._ Prethee, why dost ask me for the Nurse? Dost think
I am so hot to make Love to a Monument? Why, she's
Old enough to be Mother of all Mankind; her skin's
Turn'd to parchment, he that should enjoy her, had as
Good lye with a bundle of Old Records. In truth, she's
Fit for nothing now, but to be hang'd up amongst the
Monsters in a 'Pothecaries Shop, where, with abuse to
The Beast, she would be taken for a large Apes skin stufft
With Hay. Ah, _Flora_, if she were as Young as thou art,
then't might be likely, I might find her when she was lost.

_Flor._ Well, if she be not here now, I'm sure it was not for
Nothing you once lost your way into her Chamber,
And staid all Night.

_Jasp._ Meer Drunkenness, by this Light, _Flora_! Why, if it had
Been a Vault full of Dead Carkasses, I should have slipt
Into it in the pickle I was in--Nay, for ought I know,
With more pleasure too.

[Enter Nurse.

_Nurse._ Now out upon you for a Rogue,
There's no enduring this.

_Jasp._ Do but hear me, Nurse.

_Flor._ Ay, hear him, Nurse, he'l be sure to recant and
Swear you're as sweet as--a--fogh--so sweet--

_Nurse._ What, Hussy, dare you abuse me--I that gave suck
To my Lady before thou wast born--you Young Whore.

_Flor._ Young Whore! why not Old Whore, Nurse, as well as
Young Whore?

_Nurse._ You damn'd Young Slut, I'le tear out your Eyes.

_Flor._ My Feet shall save my Eyes, except you can out-run
Me to my Lady.

[Exit _Flora_.

_Jasp._ Have not you made fine work now? I but dissembled
To take off suspition--and you must shew your self,
I'm sure I shall be turn'd away for your folly.

_Nurse._ But dissembled, said you? Marry, there's dissembling indeed.

_Jasp._ Nay, Nurse, consider, dost think I would have spoke so
In thy hearing, had it been for any other thing? But
Prethee kiss me--I protest thou'rt as sweet as _Arsifettito_.

_Nurse._ _Arsifettito!_ What's that?

_Jasp._ A Rich perfume the Chymists make, and good against
Fits o' th' Mother. But what shall I do now? I shall
Be turn'd away.

_Nurse._ I'