Flip. The duce you are!
Cor. Why do you then truly and sincerely think I am old enough?
Flip. I do, upon my faith, child.
Cor. Why then, to deal as fairly with you, Flippanta, as you do with me, I have thought so any time these three years.
Flip. Now I find you have more wit than ever I thought you had; and to shew you what an opinion I have of your discretion, I'll shew you a thing I thought to have thrown in the fire.
Cor. What is it, for Jupiter's sake?
Flip. Something will make your heart chuck within you.
Cor. My dear Flippanta!
Flip. What do you think it is?
Cor. I don't know, nor I don't care, but I'm mad to have it.