Jasp. No, no, prethee no Arguments, but step into the Closet.
Flora within. Why, Nurse, I say! why don’t you come away?
My Lady wants you.
[Jasper goes to the Door.
Jasp. Flora, what’s the matter with you? Nurse is not here;
do but come in and see.
[Enter Flora.
Flor. Come, come, she must be here; for she
was not in her own Bed to Night, and where should
she be, but with you?
Jasp. With me! what the Devil should she do with me?
Can’t her Old Chopps mumble her Beads o’re, but I
must keep count of her Pater Nosters: No, no, she’s
gon on Pilgrimage to some Shrine, to beg Children
for my Lady; ’tis a devout Old Woman.
Flor. Devout! I, 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.