This way, you awkward rascal; here lies the arbour; must I be
shewing you eternally? [_Turning him about._
_Muf._ Come away, minion; you shall shew him nothing.
_Joh._ I'll but bring him into the arbour, where a rose-tree and a
myrtle-tree are just falling for want of a prop; if they were bound
together, they would help to keep up one another. He's a raw gardener,
and 'tis but charity to teach him.
_Muf._ No more deeds of charity to-day; come in, or I shall think you
a little better disposed than I could wish you.
_Joh._ Well, go before, I will follow my pastor.
_Muf._ So you may cast a sheep's eye behind you? in before me;--and
you, sauciness, mind your pruning-knife, or I may chance to use it for
you. [_Exeunt Mufti and_ JOHAYMA.
_Ant._ [_Alone._] Thank you for that, but I am in no such haste to be
made a mussulman. For his wedlock, for all her haughtiness, I find her
coming. How far a Christian should resist, I partly know; but how far
a lewd young Christian can resist, is another question. She's
tolerable, and I am a poor stranger, far from better friends, and in a
bodily necessity. Now have I a strange temptation to try what other
females are belonging to this family: I am not far from the women's
apartment, I am sure; and if these birds are within distance, here's
that will chuckle them together.
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