Wood. Oh, very good! Two more young women besides yourself, and both handsome?
Saint. No, verily, they are painted outsides; you must not cast your eyes upon them, nor listen to their conversation: You are already chosen for a better work.
Wood. I warrant you, let me alone: I am chosen, I.
Saint. They are a couple of alluring wanton minxes.
Wood. Are they very alluring, say you? very wanton?
Saint. You appear exalted, when I mention those pit-falls of iniquity.
Wood. Who, I exalted? Good faith, I am as sober, a melancholy poor soul!—
Saint. I see this abominable sin of swearing is rooted in you. Tear it out; oh, tear it out! it will destroy your precious soul.
Wood. I find we two shall scarce agree: I must not come to your closet when I have got a bottle; for, at such a time, I am horribly given to it.
Saint. Verily, a little swearing may be then allowable: You may swear you love me, it is a lawful oath; but then, you must not look on harlots.