Phil. Well, do you heare, you, sister, mistresse Would-Have?[1776]
You that do long for somewhat, I know what— 96
My father tolde me—go to, Ile tell all
If ye be crosse—do ye heare me? I have labourd
A yeares worke in this afternoone for ye:
Come from your cloyster, votarie, chas[t]e nun,[1777] 100
Come downe and kisse Franke Gourseys mothers sonne.
Mal. Kisse him, I pray?
Phi. Go to, stale maidenhead! come downe, I say,
You seveneteene and upward, come, come downe;