Iwis I had my curtseys in cue, or in quart-pot rather, for
they dived into the very entrails of the dust, and I simpered
with my countenance like a porridge-pot on the fire when it
first begins to seethe. The sobriety of the circumstance is,
that after he had courted me and all, and given me the
earnest-penny of impiety, some six crowns at the least for
an antepast to iniquity, I feigned an impregnable excuse to
be gone, and never came at him after.