Free. Nay, come on, good sir; what, though the most
odious spectacle the world can present be an immodest vulgar woman? yet, sir, for my sake——
Mal. Well, sir, for your sake, I’ll think better of them.
Free. Do, good sir; and pardon me that have brought you in:
You know the sight of vice augments the hate of sin.
Mal. Hah! will you go home, sir; ’tis high bedtime? 260
Free. With all my heart, sir; only do not chide me.
I must confess——
Mal. A wanton lover you have been.
Free. O that to love should be or shame or sin!
Mal. Say ye?
Free. Let colder eld the strongest objections move!