Cor. Heavens! this is Impudence: that Power I call to witness too, how damnably thou injur’st me. [Angry.
Gal. You never from your Window talk’d of Love to me?
Cor. Never.
Gal. So, nor you’re no Curtezan?
Cor. No, by my Life.
Gal. So, nor do intend to be, by all that’s good?
Cor. By all that’s good, never.
Gal. So, and you are real honest, and of Quality?
Cor. Or may I still be wretched.
Gal. So, then farewel Honesty and Quality—’Sdeath, what a Night, what Hopes, and what a Mistress, have I all lost for Honesty and Quality! [Offers to go.