indeed, and art for encouraging youth, that they may be as wicked
as thou art at thy years.

HEART. I am for having everybody be what they pretend to be: a
whoremaster be a whoremaster, and not like Vainlove, kiss a lap-dog
with passion, when it would disgust him from the lady's own lips.

BELL. That only happens sometimes, where the dog has the sweeter
breath, for the more cleanly conveyance. But, George, you must not
quarrel with little gallantries of this nature: women are often
won by 'em. Who would refuse to kiss a lap-dog, if it were
preliminary to the lips of his lady?

SHARP. Or omit playing with her fan, and cooling her if she were
hot, when it might entitle him to the office of warming her when
she should be cold?

BELL. What is it to read a play in a rainy day? Though you should
be now and then interrupted in a witty scene, and she perhaps
preserve her laughter, till the jest were over; even that may be
borne with, considering the reward in prospect.

HEART. I confess you that are women's asses bear greater burdens:
are forced to undergo dressing, dancing, singing, sighing, whining,
rhyming, flattering, lying, grinning, cringing, and the drudgery of
loving to boot.

BELL. O brute, the drudgery of loving!

HEART. Ay! Why, to come to love through all these incumbrances is