_Wood._ Some sprinklings of it, madam: We must not boast.

_Saint._ Verily, boasting is of an evil principle.

_Wood._ Faith, madam--

_Saint._ No swearing, I beseech you. Of what church are you?

_Wood._ Why, of Covent-Garden church, I think.

_Gerv._ How lewdly and ignorantly he answers! [_Aside_] She means, of
what religion are you?

_Wood._ O, does she so?--Why, I am of your religion, be it what it
will; I warrant it a right one: I'll not stand with you for a trifle;
presbyterian, independent, anabaptist, they are all of them too good
for us, unless we had the grace to follow them.

_Saint._ I see you are ignorant; but verily, you are a new vessel, and
I may season you. I hope you do not use the parish-church.

_Wood._ Faith, madam--cry you mercy; (I forgot again) I have been in
England but five days.

_Saint._ I find a certain motion within me to this young man, and must
secure him to myself, ere he see my lodgers. [_Aside._]--O, seriously,
I had forgotten; your trunk and portmantua are standing in the hall;
your lodgings are ready, and your man may place them, if he please,
while you and I confer together.