Flo. Yet Sir, very nobly.
Phil. Be sure ye tell truth, and be sure (my Lord)
You have not wrong'd her: if ye have, I tell ye
You have lost me, and your self too: speak again (wench)
Flo. He has not wrong'd me, Sir; I am yet a maid:
By all that's white and innocent, I am Sir,
Only I suffer'd under strong temptations
The heat of youth; but heaven deliver'd me.
My Lord, I am no whore, for all I faigned it,
And faign'd it cunningly, and made ye loath me:
'Twas time to out-do you: I had been rob'd else,
I had been miserable, but I forgive ye.
Phil. What recompence for this?
Otr. A great one Sir,
First a repentance, and a hearty one.
Forgive me sweet.
Flo. I do my Lord.
Otr. I thank ye;
The next take this, and these: all I have Florimel.
Flo. No good my Lord, these often corrupt Maidens:
I dare not touch at these; they are lime for Virgins;
But if you'll give me.
Otr. Any thing in my power.
Or in my purchase.
Flo. Take heed (noble Sir)
You'll make me a bold asker.