Pvg. Walke her out, And ayre her euery morning!
Wit. Very good! And be induſtrious to kill her fleas? 240
Pvg. Yes!
Wit. He will make a pretty proficient.
Pvg. Who, Comming from Hell, could looke for ſuch Catechiſing? The Diuell is an Aſſe. I doe acknowledge it.
Fit. The top of woman! All her ſexe in abſtract! Fitz-dottrel admires Wittipol. I loue her, to each ſyllable, falls from her. 245
Tai. Good madame giue me leaue to goe aſide with him! And try him a little!
Wit. Do, and I’ll with-draw, Madame, VVith this faire Lady: read to her, the while.
Tai. Come, Sr.
Pvg. Deare Chiefe, relieue me, or I periſh.