Ped. What, i’th’ dumps, Seignior! all a mort for your
mistress, faith man, take it not so to heart, there are others
i’th’ World as Young, though few may be as handsome.
Jasp. Ay, Sir, ’tis to be suppos’d; you can boast it by Experience,
there are Young Ladies for spruce Pedro’s—Jasper—
must be content with their Nurses.
Ped. Content, say you? I, Marry, if she content you not, the
Devil can’t; why, she’s a Dish of variety, like a huge
olio; there’s all Ages of Women in her. Thou art
the happiest man in a Mistress, Jasper—faith, I envy thee.
Jasp. ’Tis very well.
Ped. Not too well neither.
Jasp. You may laugh; you stand on the top of Favour,
have a care of falling down, I may catch you
one day.
Ped. No, never with an Old Woman; it’s worse then
committing Incest; to Cuckold, for ought I know, a dozen Generations.
Jasp. Rest you merry, I can leave you.
Ped. But I’le not quit you so.
[Exeunt.