Coup. The Nurse and the Doctor?
Young Fash. The same: The Devil himself won't have Interest enough to make them withstand it.
Coup. That we shall see presently: Here they come.
Enter Nurse and Chaplain; they start back, seeing Young Fashion.
Nurse. Ah Goodness, Roger, we are betray'd.
Young Fash. [Laying hold on them.] Nay, nay, ne'er flinch for the matter; for I have you safe. Come to your Trials immediately; I have no time to give you Copies of your Indictment. There sits your Judge.—
Both kneeling. Pray, Sir, have Compassion on us.
Nurse. I hope, Sir, my Years will move your Pity; I am an aged Woman.
Coup. That is a moving Argument, indeed!