Mis. Doe not torment me, misbeleeuing Dolt,
I tell thee, I doe loue, and must enioy.
Swash. Who, in the name of women, should this bee?
Mis. What an obtuse Conception do’st thou beare?
Did not I tell thee, ’twas Atlanta, Swash?
Swash. Who, she Amazonian Dame, your Aduocate,
A Masculine Feminine?
Mis. I, Swash,
She must be more then Female, has the power
To mollifie the temper of my Loue.