Nurse. I Chuck, but why didst thou do so?

Jasp. In hopes to have got some of the money for my
Discovery, what made her tempt me with the
Trust of money, and give me none to keep Counsel. 
But prethee Nurse be gone.

Nurse. I, give me but one buss, and I will.
    [Kisses him, and is going.

Jasp. What a belch was there to perfume it?

    [She comes back.

Nurse. Sweet Rogue, I cannot go without the other kiss.

Jasp. Oh, Nurse! you will undo me; prethee no more.

Nurse. What, Rascal, slight my favours? you shall repent it.

Jasp. No, Nurse, think not so, but—­

Flora within. Why, Nurse, Nurse, my Lady wants you; come away there, I know where you have been all Night.

Jasp. Why, there ’tis—­this is what I fear’d, I am undone, A plague of Cubbard Love—­step into the Closet.

Nurse. What’s that you say, Cubbard Love?

Jasp. No, no, prethee no Arguments, but step into the Closet.

Flora within. Why, Nurse, I say! why don’t you come away?  My Lady wants you.

    [Jasper goes to the Door.

Jasp. Flora, what’s the matter with you?  Nurse is not here; Do but come in and see.

    [Enter Flora.

Flor. Come, come, she must be here; for she was not in her own Bed to Night, and where should She be, but with you?

Jasp. With me! what the Devil should she do with me?  Can’t her Old Chopps mumble her Beads o’re, but I Must keep count of her Pater Nosters:  No, no, she’s Gon on Pilgrimage to some Shrine, to beg Children For my Lady; ’tis a devout Old Woman.

Flor. Devout!  I, her Devotion and yours are much alike, The Fit ne’re took you but once in your Lives, and Then, ’tis true you wept at Prayers, that was, at your Own Christnings.

Jasp. Prethee more Charity, sweet dear Flora; come, let Me kiss thee.

Flor. Pray forbear, I’de sooner kiss a Horse.

Jasp. Why so scornful, dear Flora?

Flor. That’s not my bus’ness; come, tell me, where’s the Nurse?

Jasp. Prethee, why dost ask me for the Nurse?  Dost think I am so hot to make Love to a Monument?  Why, she’s Old enough to be Mother of all Mankind; her skin’s Turn’d to parchment, he that should enjoy her, had as Good lye with a bundle of Old Records.  In truth, she’s Fit for nothing now, but to be hang’d up amongst the Monsters in a ’Pothecaries Shop, where, with abuse to The Beast, she would be taken for a large Apes skin stufft With Hay.  Ah, Flora, if she were as Young as thou art, then’t might be likely, I might find her when she was lost.

Flor. Well, if she be not here now, I’m sure it was not for Nothing you once lost your way into her Chamber, And staid all Night.