Capt. A health, Ned: what shall I call it?
Care. To Master Sad! he needs it that avows himself a lover.
Sad. Gentlemen, you have the advantage, the time, the place, the company; but we may meet when your wits shall not have such advantage as my love.
Plea. No more of love, I am so sick on't.
Con. By your pardon, mistress, I must not leave love thus unguarded: I vow myself his follower.
Jolly. Much good may love do him. Give me a glass of wine here. Will, let them keep company with the blind boy. Give us his mother, and let them preach again: Hear that will, he has good luck persuades me 'tis an ugly sin to lie with a handsome woman.
Capt. A pox upon your nurse; she frighted me so, when I was young, with stories of the devil, I was almost fourteen ere I could prevail with reasons to unbind my reason, it was so slaved to faith and conscience. She made me believe wine was an evil spirit, and fornication, like the whore of Babylon, a fine face, but a dragon under her petticoats, and that made me have a mind to peep under all I met since.
Wid. Fie, fie! for shame, do not talk so: are you not ashamed to glory in sin, as if variety of women were none?
Jolly. Madam, we do not glory in fornication; and yet I thank God, I cannot live without a woman.
Capt. Why, does your ladyship think it a sin to lie with variety of handsome women? If it be, would I were the wicked'st man in the company.