Cla. You amaze me.
Jac. I have appointed him this night to wait, and, if possible, I would get him a Minute’s time with you.
Cla. Dear Jacinta, thou art the kindest Maid.—
Jac. Hang’t, why should we young Women pine and languish for what our own natural Invention may procure us; let us three lay our Heads together, and if Machiavel with all his Politicks can out-wit us, ‘tis pity but we all lead Apes in Hell, and die without the Jewish Blessing of Consolation.
Jul. No more, here comes the Dragon.
Enter Francisco.
Fran. So, together consulting and contriving.
Jac. What, are you jealous of the Petticoat?
Fran. Petticoat! Come, come, Mistress Pert, I have known as much danger hid under a Petticoat, as a pair of Breeches. I have heard of two Women that married each other—oh abominable, as if there were so prodigious a scarcity of Christian Mans Flesh.
Jac. No, the Market’s well enough stored, thanks be praised, might every Woman be afforded a reasonable Allowance.