Flor. Oh, I am ruin'd- wicked
Man, unhand me. Will. Wicked! Egad, Child, a Judge, were he young and
vigorous, and saw those Eyes of thine, would know 'twas they gave the
first blow- the first provocation.- Come, prithee let's lose no time,
I say- this is a fine convenient place. Flor. Sir, let me go, I
conjure you, or I'll call out. Will. Ay, ay, you were best to call
Witness to see how finely you treat me- do.- Flor. I'll cry Murder,
Rape, or any thing, if you do not instantly let me go. Will. A Rape!
Come, come, you lye, you Baggage, you lye: What, I'll warrant you
would fain have the World believe now that you are not so forward as
I. No, not you,- why at this time of Night was your Cobweb-door set
open, dear Spider- but to catch Flies?- Hah come- or I shall be
damnably angry.- Why what a Coil is here.- Flor. Sir, can you think-
Will. That you'd do it for nothing? oh, oh, I find what you'd be at-
look here, here's a Pistole for you- here's a work indeed- here- take
it, I say.- Flor. For Heaven's sake, Sir, as you're a Gentleman- Will.
So- now- she would be wheedling me for more- what, you will not take
it then- you're resolv'd you will not.- Come, come, take it, or I'll
put it up again; for, look ye, I never give more.- Why, how now,
Mistress, are you so high i'th' Mouth, a Pistole won't down with you?-
hah- why, what a work's here- in good time- come, no struggling, be
gone- But an y'are good at a dumb Wrestle, I'm for ye,- look ye,- I'm
for ye.
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