Sweet, never look so strange:
He shall come closely,[355] nobody shall see.
MAT. How can he come, but One hath eyes to see?
MONK. Your chamber-windows shall be shadowed.
MAT. But no veil from my conscience shadows me.
ABB. And all the nuns sent quietly to bed.
MAT. But they will rise, and by my blushing red
Quickly give guess of my lost maidenhead.
BRAND. She goes, i' faith: by God, she is their own! [_Aside_.
MONK. Be not so nice, the sin is venial,
Considering you yield for charity;
And by your fall the nunnery shall rise.
ABB. Regard good counsel, daughter: pray, be wise.
MONK. Come, here's a stir! will't do, wench? will it do?
ABB. Say ay, say ay; forget the sound of no:
Or else say no, and take it:[356] wilt thou so?
MAT. Do you intend thus lewdly as you speak?
BRAND.[357] Ay, by Gog's blood, do they; and, moppet, you were best
To take their proffers, lest, if they forsake you,
I play the devil's part--step in, and take you.
MAT. Some holy water! help me, blessed nuns!
Two damned spirits, in religious weeds,
Attempt to tempt my spotless chastity;
And a third devil, gaping for my soul,
With horrid starings ghastly frighteth me.
ABB. You may
Call while you will; but, maid, list what we say,
Or be assur'd this is your dying day.
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