Ang. Dare you venter that? Syl. Let him consent, and have at ye;
I feare him not, he knowes not what a woman is,
Nor how to find the mysterie men aime at.
Are you afraid of your own shadow, Madam?
Ang. He followes still, yet with a sober face; Would I might know the worst, and then I were satisfied.
Syl. You may both, and let him but goe with ye.
Cha. Why doe you fle me? What have I so ill About me or within me to deserve it?
Ang. I am going to bed Sir. Cha. And I am come to light ye; I am a maide, and 'tis a maidens office.
Ang. You may have me to bed Sir, without a scruple, And yet I am charie too who comes about me. Two Innocents should not feare one another.
Syl. The Gentleman sayes true. Pluck up your heart, Madam.
Cha. The glorious Sun both rising and declining
We boldly looke upon; even then sweet Ladie,
When like a modest bride he drawes nights curtaines,
Even then he blushes, that men should behold him.
Ang. I feare he will perswade me to mistake him.
Syl. Tis easily done, if you will give your minde to't.