_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?