_Moretta_, _Biskey_, and _Sebastian_, all in Masquerade: _Ang._
sees _Will._ and starts._

_Ang._ Heavens, is't he? and passionately fond to see another Woman?

_Moret._ What cou'd you expect less from such a Swaggerer?

_Ang._ Expect! as much as I paid him, a Heart intire,
Which I had pride enough to think when e'er I gave
It would have rais'd the Man above the Vulgar,
Made him all Soul, and that all soft and constant.

_Hell._ You see, Captain, how willing I am to be Friends with you, till
Time and Ill-luck make us Lovers; and ask you the Question first, rather
than put your Modesty to the blush, by asking me: for alas, I know you
Captains are such strict Men, severe Observers of your Vows to Chastity,
that 'twill be hard to prevail with your tender Conscience to marry a
young willing Maid.

_Will._ Do not abuse me, for fear I should take thee at thy word, and
marry thee indeed, which I'm sure will be Revenge sufficient.

_Hell._ O' my Conscience, that will be our Destiny, because we are both
of one humour; I am as inconstant as you, for I have considered,
Captain, that a handsom Woman has a great deal to do whilst her Face is
good, for then is our Harvest-time to gather Friends; and should I in
these days of my Youth, catch a fit of foolish Constancy, I were undone;
'tis loitering by day-light in our great Journey: therefore declare,
I'll allow but one year for Love, one year for Indifference, and one
year for Hate-- and then-- go hang your self-- for I profess myself the
gay, the kind, and the inconstant-- the Devil's in't if this won't
please you.

_Will._ Oh most damnably!-- I have a Heart with a hole quite thro it
too, no Prison like mine to keep a Mistress in.

_Ang._ Perjur'd Man! how I believe thee now! [Aside.

_Hell._ Well, I see our Business as well as Humours are alike, yours to
cozen as many Maids as will trust you, and I as many Men as have
Faith-- See if I have not as desperate a lying look, as you can have for
the heart of you.
[Pulls off her Vizard; he starts.
--How do you like it, Captain?

_Will._ Like it! by Heav'n, I never saw so much Beauty. Oh the Charms of
those sprightly black Eyes, that strangely fair Face, full of Smiles and
Dimples! those soft round melting cherry Lips! and small even white
Teeth! not to be exprest, but silently adored!-- Oh one Look more, and
strike me dumb, or I shall repeat nothing else till I am mad.
[He seems to court her to pul