When we are alone.

_Dul_. I by my troth you hit my thoughts aright.

_Evad_. You prick me Lady.

_Dul_. 'Tis against my will,
Anon you must endure more, and lie still.
You're best to practise.

_Evad_. Sure this wench is mad.

_Dul_. No faith, this is a trick that I have had
Since I was fourteen.

_Evad_. 'Tis high time to leave it.

_Dul_. Nay, now I'le keep it till the trick leave me;
A dozen wanton words put in your head,
Will make you lively in your Husbands bed.

_Evad_. Nay faith, then take it.

_Dul_. Take it Madam, where?
We all I hope will take it that are here.

_Evad_. Nay then I'le give you o're.

_Dul_. So will I make
The ablest man in _Rhodes_, or his heart to ake.