Joyce. Do you hear, sir?
Gert. Why, sister, what will you do?
Joyce. By my maidenhead, an oath which I ne'er took in vain, either go down and comfort him, or I'll call him up and disclose all. What, will you have no mercy, but let a proper man, that might spend the spirit of his youth upon yourself, fall into a consumption? for shame, sister!
Gert. You are the strangest creature—what would you have me do?
Joyce. Marry, I would have you go to him, take him by the hand, and gripe him; say, You are welcome, I love you with all my heart, you are the man must do the feat; and take him about the neck, and kiss upon the bargain.
Gert. Fie, how you talk! 'tis mere immodesty;
The common'st strumpet would not do so much.
Joyce. Marry, the better; for such as are honest
Should still do what the common strumpet will not.
Speak, will you do it?
Gert. I'll lose his company for ever first.
Joyce. Do you hear, sir? here is a gentlewoman would speak with you.