Lor. I am alive, yes, yes, all’s whole and sound,
Which is a mercy, I can tell you;
This is whoring now: may I turn Franciscan,
If I could not find in my heart to do penance
In [Camphire Posset], this Month, for this.
—Well, I must to this Merchant of Love,
And I would gladly be there before the Prince:
For since I have mist here,
I shall be amorous enough,
And then I’ll provide for Frederick;