1 Bro. Now let our Sister lose no time, but ply it
With all the power she has.
2 Bro. Her shame grows big, brother;
The Cupid's shape will hardly hold it longer,
'Twould take up half an Ell of China Damask more,
And all too little: it struts per'lously:
There is no tamp'ring with these Cupids longer,
The meer conceit with Woman-kind works strong.
Pas. Ha, ha, ha.
2 Bro. The laugh comes nearer now,
'Twere good we were not seen yet. [Ex. Bro.
Enter Passion, and Base, his jester.
Pas. Ha, ha, ha,
And was he bastinado'd to the life? ha, ha, ha.
I prethee say, Lord General, how did the rascals
Entrench themselves?
Base. Most deeply, politickly, all in ditches.
Pas. Ha, ha, ha.
Bas. 'Tis thought he'll ne'r bear Arms [ith'] field agen,
Has much ado to lift 'em to his head, Sir.
Pas. I would he had.