or, there's no care taken of poor
me-- But since you have set my Heart a wishing, I am resolv'd to know
for what. I will not die of the Pip, so I will not.

_Flor._ Art thou mad to talk so? Who will like thee well enough to have
thee, that hears what a mad Wench thou art?

_Hell._ Like me! I don't intend, every he that likes me shall have me,
but he that I like: I shou'd have staid in the Nunnery still, if I had
lik'd my Lady Abbess as well as she lik'd me. No, I came thence, not (as
my wise Brother imagines) to take an eternal Farewel of the World, but
to love and to be belov'd; and I will be belov'd or I'll get one of your
Men, so I will.

_Val._ Am I put into the Number of Lovers?

_Hell._ You! my Couz, I know thou art too good natur'd to leave us in
any Design: Thou wou't venture a Cast, tho thou comest off a Loser,
especially with such a Gamester-- I observ'd your Man, and your willing
Ears incline that way; and if you are not a Lover, 'tis an Art soon
learnt-- that I find.
[Sighs.

_Flor._ I wonder how you learnt to love so easily, I had a thousand
Charms to meet my Eyes and Ears, e'er I cou'd yield; and 'twas the
knowledge of _Belvile's_ Merit, not the surprising Person, took my
Soul-- Thou art too rash to give a Heart at first sight.

_Hell._ Hang your considering Lover; I ne'er thought beyond the Fancy,
that 'twas a very pretty, idle, silly kind of Pleasure to pass ones time
with, to write little, soft, nonsensical Billets, and with great
difficulty and danger receive Answers; in which I shall have my Beauty
prais'd, my Wit admir'd (tho little or none) and have the Vanity and
Power to know I am desirable; then I have the more Inclination that way,
because I am to be a Nun, and so shall not be suspected to have any such
earthly Thoughts about me-- But when I walk thus-- and sigh thus--
they'll think my Mind's upon my Monastery, and cry, how happy 'tis she's
so resolv'd!-- But not a Word of Man.

_Flor._ What a mad Creature's this!

_Hell._ I'll warrant, if my Brother hears either of you sigh, he cries
(gravely)-- I fear you have the Indiscretion to be in love, but take
heed of the Honour of our House, and your own unspotted Fame; and so he
conjures on till he has laid the soft-wing'd God in your Hearts, or
broke the Birds-nest-- But see here comes your Lover: but where's my
inconstant? let's step aside, and we may learn something.
[Go aside.

Enter _Belvile_, _Fred._ and _Blunt_.

_Belv