Jewkes. But
what inducement has my master for taking so much pains to do the devil's
work for him?--If he loves me, as 'tis falsely called, must he therefore
lay traps for me, to ruin me and make me as bad as himself? I cannot
imagine what good the undoing of such a poor creature as I can procure
him.--To be sure, I am a very worthless body. People, indeed, say I am
handsome; but if I was so, should not a gentleman prefer an honest
servant to a guilty harlot? And must he be more earnest to seduce me,
because I dread of all things to be seduced, and would rather lose my
life than my honesty?
Well, these are strange things to me! I cannot account for them, for my
share; but sure nobody will say, that these fine gentlemen have any
tempter but their own wicked wills!--his naughty master could run away
from me, when he apprehended his servants might discover his vile
attempts upon me in that sad closet affair; but is it not strange that he
should not be afraid of the all-seeing eye, from which even that base
plotting heart of his, in its most secret motions, could not be hid?--But
what avail me these sorrowful reflections? He is and will be wicked, and
designs me a victim to his lawless attempts, if the God in whom I trust,
and to whom I hourly pray, prevent it not.
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