_Syl._ You need not feare that, will you be a childe still?
He followes you, but still to looke upon you;
Or if he did desire to lie with ye,
Tis but your owne desire, you love for that end;
Ile lay my life, if he were now abed w'ye,
He is so modest, he would fall a sleepe straight.
_Ang_. Dare you venter that? _Syl_. Let him consent, and have at ye;
I feare him not, he knowes not what a woman is,
Nor how to find the mysterie men aime at.
Are you afraid of your own shadow, Madam?
_Ang_. He followes still, yet with a sober face;
Would I might know the worst, and then I were satisfied.
_Syl_. You may both, and let him but goe with ye.
_Cha_. Why doe you fle me? What have I so ill
About me or within me to deserve it?
_Ang_. I am going to bed Sir. _Cha_. And I am come to light ye;
I am a maide, and 'tis a maidens office.
_Ang_. You may have me to bed Sir, without a scruple,
And yet I am charie too who comes about me.
Two Innocents should not feare one another.
_Syl_. The Gentleman sayes true. Pluck up your heart, Madam.
_Cha_. The glorious Sun both rising and declining
We boldly looke upon; even then sweet Ladie,
When like a modest bride he drawes nights curtaines,
Even then he blushes, that men should behold him.
_Ang_. I feare he will perswade me to mistake him.
_Syl_. Tis easily done, if you will give your minde to't.
_Ang_. Pray ye to your bed. _Cha_. Why not to yours, dear Mistress,
One heart and one bed.
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