Cor. And not a word of the pudding to my mother-in-law.
Flip. Enough.
Cor. When we come to love one another to the purpose, she shall know all.
Flip. Ay, then 'twill be time.
Cor. But remember 'tis you make me do all this now, so if any mischief comes on't, 'tis you must answer for't.
Flip. I'll be your security.
Cor. I'm young, and know nothing of the matter; but you have experience, so it's your business to conduct me safe.
Flip. Poor innocence!
Cor. But tell me in serious sadness, Flippanta, does he love me with the very soul of him?