Fran. Why so then, is the Devil in an unmerciful Woman? Come, come, ’.is a good Tenant that pays once a quarter.
Jac. Of an hour do you mean, Sir?—
Fran. Peace, I say—thou damnable Tormentor, this is the Doctrine you preach to your Mistress, but you shall do’t it private, for I’m resolv’d to lock ye both up, and carry the Keys in my Pocket.
Jul. Well, I am a wicked Creature to teaze thee so, Dear; but I’ll do what thou wilt; come, come, be friends, I vow, I care not for the Governor, not I, no more than I do for my—own Soul.
Fran. Why so, this is something; Come, come your ways in,—who have we here? a Man! ad’s my life, away, away.
Jul. Yes, up to my Chamber, to write an answer to this dear Letter. [Ex Julia.
Enter Isabella.
Fran. No, ‘tis not a Man, but my Daughter Isabella.
Jac. Now will I stay, and set her on to teaze the Dotard: wou’d I could teaze him to Death, that my Mistress might be rid of him.
Fran. How now, what makes you look so scurvily to day? Sure the Devil rides once a day through a Woman, that she may be sure to be inspired with some ill Qualities—what wou’d you have now?