Cur. Is that the way? had you no other Aids?
Made you no promise to her, Sir, of Marriage?
Fred. Oh, yes, in abundance, that’s your only bait,
And though they cannot hope we will perform it,
Yet it secures their Honour and my Pleasure.
Cur. Then, Sir, you have enjoy’d her?
Fred. Oh, yes, and gather’d Sweets
Would make an Anchoret neglect his Vow,
And think he had mistook his way to future bliss,
Which only can be found in such Embraces;