Sir Sig. Corpo de mi, my Governour tickles her notably, I’faith—but had he let the care of my Soul alone to night, and have let me taken care of my Body, ‘twould have been more material at this time.
Tick. Thirdly, Unlawful—
Cor. Quite distracted! in pity take him hence, and lead him into Darkness, ‘twill suit his Madness best.
Tick. How, distracted! take him hence.
Pet. This was lucky—I knew she wou’d come again—Take him hence—yes, into her Bed-chamber—pretty device to get you to her self, Signior.
Tick. Why, but is it?—Nay then I will facilitate my departure— therefore I say, Oh most beautiful and tempting Woman— [Beginning to preach again.
Cor. Away with him, give him clean straw and darkness, And chain him fast, for fear of further mischief.
Pet. She means for fear of losing ye.
Tick. Ah, Baggage! as fast as she will in those pretty Arms. [Going to lead him off.
Sir Sig. Hold, hold, man; mad, said ye!—ha, ha, ha—mad! why we have a thousand of these in England that go loose about the streets, and pass with us for as sober discreet religious persons, as a man shall wish to talk nonsense withal.