Sir P. Sweet madam,
Come nearer to your aim.
Lady P. Marry, and will, sir.
Since you provoke me with your impudence,
And laughter of your light land-
syren here,
Your Sporus, your hermaphrodite
Per. Whats here?
Poetic fury, and historic storms!
Sir P. The gentleman, believe it, is of worth,
And of our nation.
Lady P. Ay, your White-friars nation.
Come, I blush for you, master Would-be, I:
And am ashamd you
should have no more forehead,
Than thus to be the patron, or St. George,
To a lewd harlot, a base fricatrice,
A
female devil, in a male outside.
Sir P. Nay,
An you be such a one, I must bid adieu
To your delights. The case appears too liquid.
[Exit.
Lady P. Ay, you may carryt clear, with your state-face!
But for your carnival concupiscence,
Who here
is fled for liberty of conscience,
From furious persecution of the marshal,
Her will I disple.
Per. This is fine, ifaith!
And do you use this often? Is this part
Of your wits exercise, gainst you have
occasion?
Madam
Lady P. Go to, sir.
Per. Do you hear me, lady?
Why, if your knight have set you to beg shirts,
Or to invite me home, you
might have done it
A nearer way, by far.
Lady P. This cannot work you
Out of my snare.
Per. Why, am I in it, then?
Indeed your husband told me you were fair.
And so you are; only your nose
inclines,
That side thats next the sun, to the queen-apple.
Lady P. This cannot be endurd by any patience.
Enter Mosca.
Mos. What is the matter, madam?
Lady P. If the senate
Right not my quest in this, I will protest them
To all the world, no aristocracy.
Mos. What is the injury, lady?
Lady P. Why, the callet
You told me of, here I have taen disguised.
Mos. Who? this! what means your ladyship? the creature
I mentiond to you is apprehended now,
Before
the senate; you shall see her
Lady P. Where?
Mos. Ill bring you to her. This young gentleman,
I saw him land this morning at the port.
Lady P. Ist possible! how has my judgment wanderd?
Sir, I must, blushing, say to you, I have errd;
And
plead your pardon.
Per. What, more changes yet!