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.