No woman can deny you any thing.
Mis. Why, that was kindly spoke. Where shall wee meet?
Atl. Hearke in your eare, I’le tell you.
Mis. Best of all.
Atl. But—
Mis. Doe you thinke mesuch a foole?
Atl. Till then farewell: I’le speedily returne. |Ex. Atl.|
Mis. Why law now, Swash, I told thee she would yeeld,
No woman in the world can hold out long.
Oh beware when a man of Art courts a woman.