Jasp. What a belch was there to perfume it?
[She comes back.
Nurse. Sweet Rogue, I cannot go without the other kiss.
Jasp. Oh, Nurse! you will undo me; prethee no more.
Nurse. What, Rascal, slight my favours? you shall repent it.
Jasp. No, Nurse, think not so, but—
Flora within.
Why, Nurse, Nurse, my Lady wants you; come away there,
I know where you have been all Night.
Jasp. Why, there ’tis—this is what I fear’d, I am undone,
a plague of Cubbard Love—step into the Closet.
Nurse. What’s that you say, Cubbard Love?