Lady.  Sir this is most unmanly, pray by gon.

Elder Lo.  And swear (even when it twitter’d to be at me) I was unhansome.

Lady.  Have you no manners in you?

Elder Lo.  And say my back was melted, when God he knows, I kept it at a charge:  Four Flaunders Mares would have been easier to me, and a Fencer.

Lady.  You think all this is true now?

Elder Lo.  Faith whether it be or no, ’tis too good for you.  But so much for our mirth:  Now have at you in earnest.

L[a].  There is enough Sir, I desire no more.

El.  Lo.  Yes faith, wee’l have a cast at your best parts now.  And then the Devil take the worst.

Lady.  Pray Sir no more, I am not so much affected with your commendations, ’tis almost dinner, I know they stay for you at the Ordinary.

Elder Lo.  E’ne a short Grace, and then I am gone; You are a woman, and the proudest that ever lov’d a Coach:  the scornfullest, scurviest, and most senceless woman; the greediest to be prais’d, and never mov’d though it be gross and open; the most envious, that at the poor fame of anothers face, would eat your own, and more than is your own, the paint belonging to it:  of such a self opinion, that you think none can deserve your glove:  and for your malice, you are so excellent, you might have been your Tempters tutor:  nay, never cry.

Lady.  Your own heart knows you wrong me:  I cry for ye?

Elder Lo.  You shall before I leave you.

Lady.  Is all this spoke in earnest?

Elder Lo.  Yes and more as soon as I can get it out.

Lady.  Well out with’t.

Elder Lo.  You are, let me see.

Lady.  One that has us’d you with too much respect.

Elder Lo.  One that hath us’d me (since you will have it so) the basest, the most Foot-boy-like, without respect of what I was, or what you might be by me; you have us’d me, as I would use a jade, ride him off’s legs, then turn him to the Commons; you have us’d me with discretion, and I thank ye.  If you have many more such pretty Servants, pray build an Hospital, and when they are old, pray keep ’em for shame.

Lady.  I cannot think yet this is serious.

Elder Lo.  Will you have more on’t?

Lady.  No faith, there’s enough if it be true:  Too much by all my part; you are no Lover then?

Elder Lo.  No, I had rather be a Carrier.

Lady.  Why the Gods amend all.