Cour. No, no, only venture my body a little, that's all; look you, you know the secret, and may imagine my desires, therefore as you would have me assist your inclinations, pray be civil and help me to mine; look you, no demurring upon the matter, no qualms, but show me the way—[To the Maid] or you, hussy, you shall do't; any bawd will serve at present, for I will go. [Exit Maid.
Sylv. But you shan't go, sir.
Cour. Shan't go, lady?
Sylv. No, shan't go, sir; did I not tell you when once you had got your liberty, that you would be rambling again.
Cour. Why, child, wouldst thou be so uncharitable to tie up a poor jade to an empty rack in thy stable, when he knows where to go elsewhere, and get provender enough?
Sylv. Any musty provender, I find, will serve your turn, so you have it but cheap, or at another man's charges.
Cour. No, child, I had rather my ox should graze in a field of my own, than live hide-bound upon the common, or run the hazard of being pounded every day for trespasses.
Sylv. Truly, all things considered, 'tis a great pity so good a husbandman as you should want a farm to cultivate.
Cour. Wouldst thou be but kind, and let me have a bargain in a tenement of thine, to try how it would agree with me!