_Mir._ And let me tell thee, there was no such matter: Nothing intended that way of that nature; I have more to do with my honesty than to fool it, Or venture it in such leak barks as women; I put 'em off, because I lov'd 'em not, Because they are too queazie for my temper, And not for thy sake, nor the Contract sake, Nor vows, nor oaths; I have made a thousand of 'em, They are things indifferent, whether kept or broken; Meer venial slips, that grow not near the conscience; Nothing concerns those tender parts; they are trifles; For, as I think, there was never man yet hop'd for Either constancie, or secrecie, from a woman, Unless it were an Ass ordain'd for sufferance; Nor to contract with such can be a Tial; So let them know again; for 'tis a Justice, And a main point of civil policie, What e're we say or swear, they being Reprobates, Out of the state of faith, we are clear of all sides, And 'tis a curious blindness to believe us. _Ori._ You do not mean this sure? _Mir._ Yes sure, and certain, And hold it positively, as a Principle, As ye are strange things, and made of strange fires and fluxes, So we are allow'd as strange wayes to obtain ye, But not to hold; we are all created Errant. _Ori._ You told me other tales. _Mir._ I not deny it; I have tales of all sorts for all sorts of women, And protestations likewise of all sizes, As they have vanities to make us coxcombs; If I obtain a good turn, so it is, I am thankfull for it: if I be made an Ass, The mends are in mine own hands, or the Surgeons, And there's an end on't. _Ori._ Do not you love me then? _Mir._ As I love others, heartily I love thee, When I am high and lusty, I love thee cruelly: After I have made a plenteous meal, and satisfi'd My senses with all delicates, come to me, And thou shalt see how I love thee. _Ori._ Will not you marry me?