_Tho_. Here me, then: Your Mistress- _Bon_. The Epitome of virtues, Who like the pretious reliques of a Saint Ought only to be seene, not touchd.

_Tho_. Yet heare me; Cease your immoderate prayses: I must tell you You doe adore an Idoll; her black Soule Is tainted as an Apple which the Sunn Has kist to putrifaction; she is (Her proper appelation sounds so foule I quake to speake it) a corrupted peice, A most lascivious prostitute. _Bon_.