Dame.
But when my little Maiden?
Sus.
You can tell me when, and that's it I come to know of you.
Dame.
Hark you Sweet heart! don't let him have his will of you till thou art his Wife.
Sus.
I am too young yet, he sayes; and therefore I have such a mind to—have▪
Dame.
Have a care of your self, or you'll be undone.
Sus.
Why? what harm can it be for me more than all the great Maids in o•…•… Parish? why may not I have 'em as well as they?
Dame.
I am at a loss agen, I am more puzzled with this silly Girl, than w•…•… the cunningest Customer I have.
Asta•…•…▪
Sus.
How much must I give you pray now for doing it? If you will have Money before hand, see I have brought a piece of Gold here.
Dame.
I know what 'tis you'd have, but persons that come to me for any∣thing, must ask me for't by Name, that I may be sure I have their full consent and liking to what I do.
Sus.
An't it all one if I tell you afterwards?
Dame.
No, there is a great difference in that.
Sus.
I can't abide to ask you, do something for me without—there's my Piece of Gold for you. I'le give it you all if you'll do't for me without naming.—
Dame.
Be not asham'd, out with it, nobody hears.
Sus.
No, give me my Money agen, I had rather never have great Bubbies as long as I live, than ask for 'em my self.—
Dame.
There 'tis out at last.—The thing that you'd ask of me is, that you may have full-Breasts, that I wou'd make 'em grow for you, that they may rise up round and plump, like some of your Companions.
Sus.
O dear, O dear, I am so asham'd—
Dame.
I have such a Kindness for you, that I promise you, you shall, and for a Charm to make 'em grow, you must stroke 'em every morning before you get up, and say three times fasting, Grow Breasts, grow; Rise Bubbies rise; Can you remember this?—
Sus.
Grow Breasts grow, Rise Bubbies rise; Methinks they begin to swell a little already.—
Dame.
Go your ways, Pretty one, assure your self that within three or four Months your Breasts shall rise and be as round and as hard as the very Turnips that grow in your Garden.
Sus.
O dear—that you shou'd know we have Turnips grow in our Garden too.
Dame.
You see I know every thing.
Sus.
Well, now my heart's at ease, 'twill be but a little while now before I am Married, for Mr. Ambrose told me when my Breasts were bigger and—Give you good Den, and thank you forsooth.
Exit Susan.
Dame.
Fare you well, poor Simplicity, this young Landlord will ruine her▪ But who comes here? Ah Mr. Hartwell!
Dame Dobson, and Mr. Hartwell.
Hart.
I met a pretty young Country Lass going out.
Dame.
You see I have to do with all sorts. But where have you been that I han't seen you all this while?