Wor. Hem, Mrs. Abigail, is your Mistress to be spoken with?
Ab. By you, Sir, I believe she may.
Wor. Why 'tis by me I wou'd have her spoken with.
Ab. I'll acquaint her, Sir.
[Exit Ab.
Worthy solus.
One Lift more I must persuade her to give me, and then I'm mounted. Well, a young Bawd, and a handsome one for my Money, 'tis they do the Execution; I'll never go to an old one, but when I have occasion for a Witch. Lewdness looks heavenly to a Woman, when an Angel appears in its Cause; but when a Hag is Advocate, she thinks it comes from the Devil. An old Woman has something so terrible in her Looks, that whilst she is persuading your Mistress to forget she has a Soul, she stares Hell and Damnation full in her Face.
Enter Berinthia.
Ber. Well, Sir, what News bring you?
Wor. No News, Madam, there's a Woman going to cuckold her Husband.