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’le warrant thee, I’le place thee with Eugenia, she
shall take care of thee for mine and a Friends sake
of hers.