Hell. Why- I
could be inclin'd that way- but for a foolish Vow I am going to make-
to die a Maid. Will. Then thou art damn'd without Redemption; and as I
am a good Christian, I ought in charity to divert so wicked a Design-
therefore prithee, dear Creature, let me know quickly when and where I
shall begin to set a helping hand to so good a Work. Hell. If you
should prevail with my tender Heart (as I begin to fear you will, for
you have horrible loving Eyes) there will be difficulty in't that
you'll hardly undergo for my sake. Will. Faith, Child, I have been
bred in Dangers, and wear a Sword that has been employ'd in a worse
Cause, than for a handsom kind Woman- Name the Danger- let it be any
thing but a long Siege, and I'll undertake it. Hell. Can you storm?
Will. Oh, most furiously. Hell. What think you of a Nunnery-wall? for
he that wins me, must gain that first. Will. A Nun! Oh how I love thee
for't! there's no Sinner like a young Saint- Nay, now there's no
denying me: the old Law had no Curse (to a Woman) like dying a Maid;
witness Jephtha's Daughter. Hell. A very good Text this, if well
handled; and I perceive, Father Captain, you would impose no severe
Penance on her who was inclin'd to console her self before she took
Orders. Will. If she be young and handsom. Hell.
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