_Nurse._ What, Hussy, dare you abuse me--I that gave suck
To my Lady before thou wast born--you Young Whore.

_Flor._ Young Whore! why not Old Whore, Nurse, as well as
Young Whore?

_Nurse._ You damn'd Young Slut, I'le tear out your Eyes.

_Flor._ My Feet shall save my Eyes, except you can out-run
Me to my Lady.

[Exit _Flora_.

_Jasp._ Have not you made fine work now? I but dissembled
To take off suspition--and you must shew your self,
I'm sure I shall be turn'd away for your folly.

_Nurse._ But dissembled, said you? Marry, there's dissembling indeed.

_Jasp._ Nay, Nurse, consider, dost think I would have spoke so
In thy hearing, had it been for any other thing? But
Prethee kiss me--I protest thou'rt as sweet as _Arsifettito_.

_Nurse._ _Arsifettito!_ What's that?

_Jasp._ A Rich perfume the Chymists make, and good against
Fits o' th' Mother. But what shall I do now? I shall
Be turn'd away.

_Nurse._ I'le warrant thee, I'le place thee with _Eugenia_, she