Tob. I have but a dram of wit left,
And that's even ready to run, oh for my bed now.
Wild. She nam'd a bed, I like that, she repents sure,
Where is she now?
Tob. Who's that?
Wild. Are you there, In, In, In presently.
Tob. I feel his talents through me,
'Tis an old haggard devil, what will he do with me?
Wild. Let me kiss thee first, quick, quick.
Tob. A leacherous Devil.
Wild. What a hairy whore 'tis, sure she has a muffler.
Tob. If I should have a young Satan by him, for I dare not deny him,
In what case were I? who durst deliver me?
Wild. 'Tis but my fancy, she is the same, in quickly,
gently my Sweet girl.