MAT. But they will rise, and by my blushing red
Quickly give guess of my lost maidenhead.
BRAND. She goes, i' faith: by God, she is their own! [Aside.
MONK. Be not so nice, the sin is venial,
Considering you yield for charity;
And by your fall the nunnery shall rise.
ABB. Regard good counsel, daughter: pray, be wise.
MONK. Come, here's a stir! will't do, wench? will it do?
ABB. Say ay, say ay; forget the sound of no:
Or else say no, and take it:[356] wilt thou so?
MAT. Do you intend thus lewdly as you speak?
BRAND.[357] Ay, by Gog's blood, do they; and, moppet, you were best
To take their proffers, lest, if they forsake you,
I play the devil's part—step in, and take you.
MAT. Some holy water! help me, blessed nuns!
Two damned spirits, in religious weeds,
Attempt to tempt my spotless chastity;
And a third devil, gaping for my soul,
With horrid starings ghastly frighteth me.
ABB. You may
Call while you will; but, maid, list what we say,
Or be assur'd this is your dying day.