Wood. Why, of Covent-Garden church, I think.
Gerv. How lewdly and ignorantly he answers! [Aside] She means, of what religion are you?
Wood. O, does she so?—Why, I am of your religion, be it what it will; I warrant it a right one: I'll not stand with you for a trifle; presbyterian, independent, anabaptist, they are all of them too good for us, unless we had the grace to follow them.
Saint. I see you are ignorant; but verily, you are a new vessel, and I may season you. I hope you do not use the parish-church.
Wood. Faith, madam—cry you mercy; (I forgot again) I have been in England but five days.
Saint. I find a certain motion within me to this young man, and must secure him to myself, ere he 019 see my lodgers. [Aside.]—O, seriously, I had forgotten; your trunk and portmantua are standing in the hall; your lodgings are ready, and your man may place them, if he please, while you and I confer together.
Wood. Go, Gervase, and do as you are directed. [Exit Ger.
Saint. In the first place, you must know, we are a company of ourselves, and expect you should live conformably and lovingly amongst us.
Wood. There you have hit me. I am the most loving soul, and shall be conformable to all of you.
Saint. And to me especially. Then, I hope, you are no keeper of late hours.