Rose. No, madam, 'tis key-cold.
1 Wom. Look up, dear madam, if you have any hope of salvation!
2 Wom. Hold up your finger, madam, if you have any hope of fraternity. O the blessed saints, that hear me not, take her mortality to them!
L. Dupe. Enough, so, 'tis well—withdraw, and let me rest a while; only my dear lord remain.
1 Wom. Pray your lordship keep her from swebbing.
[Exeunt women.
Lord. Here humbly, once again, I beg your pardon and your help.
L. Dupe. Heaven forgive you, and I do: Stand up, my lord, and sit close by me: O this naughty girl! But did your lordship win her soon?
Lord. No, madam, but with much difficulty.
L. Dupe. I'm glad on't; it shewed the girl had some religion in her; all my precepts were not in vain: But you men are strange tempters; good my lord, where was this wicked act, then, first committed?
Lord. In an out-room, upon a trunk.