frets, I'll warrant you, because she lies alone: But who that is not Mad,
wou'd lie with such a sapless piece of wither'd Flesh as she, when he may
lie by such a one as I, that's sweet, and fresh, plump, brisk and airy, and
that's full of Juice, just in the Bloom of all my Youth and Beauty. But if
to this thou still prefer'st thy Dowd; take her for me, and
much-good-do-thee with her.

By this Discourse, this Impudent and filthy Trull, quite sham'd him out of
any thoughts of Vertue; and therefore that he might the better please her,
he replies,

My dear, Thou canst not sure think me so mad as to regard her foolish Idle
prate, or to leave thee for twenty such as she is. No, never think I have
so little Wit, I gave her such a Reprimand as soon as she had spoke, that
cool'd her Courage in an instant: for I let her know her Tittle-Tattle
would be all in vain; and that I was resolv'd I would be absolute. Shall I
be ty'd by such a one as she? No, Love, I scorn it. And for her Tongue, let
me alone to tame it: _Winter_ is coming on and then I'll make her keep her
breath to warm her hands; for she shall have from me no other firing. Let
her rail on, and see what she can get by't; whilst thee and I delight our
selves in Pleasures; I'll be no Slave to that which I possess: Come, thou
art mine, and shalt have what thou wilt; my Love to thee is more then to my
Heir: shall I live sparing for a Brood of Bratts, that for my Means wish me
in my Grave! No, I know better things: I will my self enjoy it while I
live, for when I'm gone, the World is gone with me: Thou hast my heart, my
Dear, and I'll not leave thee; tho' she shou'd Chat until her Tongue be
weary. I'll find another way to make her quiet; or she shall have but very
small Allowance: She tells me, Grief will kill her very shortly: I wish it
wou'd, I shou'dn't grutch the Charges of giving her a Coffin and a Grave.