Host. Why Man?
Clow. She is a pretty lure to draw custom to your ordinary.
Host. Do'st think I keep her to that purpose?
Clow. When a Dove-house is empty, there is cuminseed used to purloine from the rest of the neighbors; in England you have several Adamants, to draw in spurs and rapiers; one keeps silk-worms in a Gallery: A Milliner has choice of Monkies, and Paraketoes; another shewes bawdy East-Indian Pictures, worse than ever were Aretines: a Goldsmith keeps his Wife wedged into his shop like a Mermaid, nothing of her to be seen (thats Woman) but her upper part.
Host. Nothing but her upper part?
Clow. Nothing but her upper bodies, and he lives at the more hearts ease.
Host. What's the reason?
Clow. Because her nether part can give no temptation; by your leave, Sir, I'll tend my Master, and instantly be with you for a cup of Cherally this hot weather.
Host. A nimble pated Rascal, come hither Daughter,
When was Cesario here?
Bian. Sir, not this fortnight.