Pha. Do it in prose; you cannot miss it Madam.
Meg. I shall, I shall.
Pha. By my life you shall not.
I'le prompt you first: Can you do it now?
Meg. Methinks 'tis easie, now I ha' don't before;
But yet I should stick at it.
Pha. Stick till to morrow.
I'le ne'r part you sweetest. But we lose time,
Can you love me?
Meg. Love you my Lord? How would you have me love you?
Pha. I'le teach you in a short sentence, cause I will not load your memory, that is all; love me, and lie with me.
Meg. Was it lie with you that you said? 'Tis impossible.
Pha. Not to a willing mind, that will endeavour; if I do not teach you to do it as easily in one night, as you'l go to bed, I'le lose my Royal blood for't.
Meg. Why Prince, you have a Lady of your own, that yet wants teaching.