Hauing so good a Schoole-mistris.
Shall we to bed?
Lor. Fye, seruant, how you talke?
Troth you are to blame, to offer to assault
The chastitie of any Gentlewoman,
Vpon aduantage.
Scan. Pox, leaue this forc’d modesty: for by this hand,
I must enioy you now before we part.
Lor. I haue so farre ingag’d my selfe, you know,
’Tis now vaine to resist.