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Now Monsieur Amorous, you and the Lady Wanton shall not need to make so many excuses to meet, for your going into the Country, with Sir Thomas Cuckold, you will be always in the House with his Lady.
Faith, I have a great deal of business in the City, which may suffer, if I should go out of the Town.
Out upon you, make excuses already.
I do not make excuses, I only tell you the truth of my affairs.
Can you have any affairs greater, or of more concernment, than waiting on a Mistriss, and such a Mistriss as you were a dying for to enjoy, but a little time since? well go thy ways Monsieur Amorous, for thou art like a woman that hath fits of the Mother, often swouning and sick, but never dyes in any of them.
The Lady Chastity would be like a draught of cold water, to bring me to life again.
Let me tell thee, as those fits will never kill thee, so all the Cha∣stity in the Town can never cure thee.