Bal. I think so too; for all the waies of Woman,
Like a full sail she bears against: I askt her
After my many offers walking with her,
And her as many down-denyals, how
If the Emperour grown mad with love should force her;
She pointed to a Lucrece, that hung by,
And with an angry look, that from her eyes
Shot Vestal fire against me, she departed.
Pro. This is the first wench I was ever pos'd in,
Yet I have brought young loving things together
This two and thirty years.
Chi. I find by this wench
The calling of a Bawd to be a strange,
A wise, and subtile calling; and for none
But staid, discreet, and understanding people:
And as the Tutor to great Alexander,
Would say, a young man should not dare to read
His moral books, till after five and twenty;
So must that he or she, that will be bawdy,
(I mean discreetly bawdy, and be trusted)
If they will rise, and gain experience,
Well steept in years, and discipline, begin it,
I take it 'tis no Boys play.
Bal. Well, what's thought of?
Pro. The Emperour must know it.
Lyc. If the woman should chance to fail too.
Chi. As 'tis ten to one.
Pro. Why what remains, but new nets for the purchase?
Chi. Let's go consider then: and if all fail,
This is the first quick Eele, that sav'd her tail. [Exeunt.