Lu. What would you have me to do then, my Sophronius?
So. To leave off that Course of Life out of Hand: Thou art but a Girl yet, and that Stain that you have contracted may be wip'd off in Time. Either marry, and I'll give you something toward a Portion, or go into some Cloyster, that takes in crakt Maids, or go into some strange Place and get into some honest Family, I'll lend you my Assistance to any of these.
Lu. My Sophronius, I love thee dearly, look out for one for me, I'll follow thy Advice.
So. But in the mean Time get away from hence.
Lu. Whoo! what so suddenly!
So. Why not to Day rather than to Morrow, if Delays are dangerous?
Lu. Whither shall I go?
So. Get all your Things together, give 'em to me in the Evening, my Servant shall carry 'em privately to a faithful Matron: And I'll come a little after and take you out as if it were to take a little Walk; you shall live with her some Time upon my Cost till I can provide for you, and that shall be very quickly.
Lu. Well, my Sophronius, I commit myself wholly to thy Management.
So. In Time to come you'll be glad you have done so.