2199Pen. Whewh, Mistresse Moll, Mistresse Moll.

2200Moll. Who's there?

2201Pen. 'Tis I.

2202Moll. Who, Sir John Penny-Dub? O you're an early

2203Cock ifaith, who would have thought you to be so rare a

2204stirrer?

2205Pen. Prethee, Moll, let me come up.

2206Moll. No by my faith Sir John, I'le keep you down,

2207for you Knights are very dangerous if once you get a-

2208bove.

2209Pen. I'le not stay ifaith.

2210Mol. Ifaith you shall stay: for, Sir John, you must

2211note the nature of the Climates: your Northern Wench

2212in her own Countrey may well hold out till she be fif-

2213teen, but if she touch the South once, and come up to

2214London, here the Chimes go presently after twelve.

2215Pen. O th'art a mad Wench, Moll, but I prethee

2216make haste, for the Priest is gone before.

2217Moll. Do you follow him, I'le not be long after.