_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.

_Jasp._ Meer Drunkenness, by this Light, _Flora_! Why, if it had
Been a Vault full of Dead Carkasses, I should have slipt
Into it in the pickle I was in--Nay, for ought I know,
With more pleasure too.

[Enter Nurse.

_Nurse._ Now out upon you for a Rogue,
There's no enduring this.

_Jasp._ Do but hear me, Nurse.

_Flor._ Ay, hear him, Nurse, he'l be sure to recant and
Swear you're as sweet as--a--fogh--so sweet--