back.

_Belv._ I am content to try, and by that time 'twill be late enough for
our Design.

_Will._ Agreed.

_Love does all day the Soul's great Empire keep,
But Wine at night lulls the soft God asleep._ [Exeunt.

SCENE II. __Lucetta's_ House._

Enter _Blunt_ and _Lucetta_ with a Light.

_Luc._ Now we are safe and free, no fears of the coming home of my old
jealous Husband, which made me a little thoughtful when you came in
first-- but now Love is all the business of my Soul.

_Blunt._ I am transported-- Pox on't, that I had but some fine things to
say to her, such as Lovers use-- I was a Fool not to learn of _Fred_,
a little by Heart before I came-- something I must say.-- [_Aside._]
'Sheartlikins, sweet Soul, I am not us'd to complement, but I'm an
honest Gentleman, and thy humble Servant.

_Luc._ I have nothing to pay for so great a Favour, but such a Love as
cannot but be great, since at first sight of that sweet Face and Shape
it made me your absolute Captive.

_Blunt._ Kind heart, how prettily she talks! Egad I'll show her Husband
a _Spanish_ Trick; send him out of the World, and marry her: she's
damnably in love with me, and will ne'er mind Settlements, and so
there's that say'd.
[Aside.

_Luc._ Well, Sir, I'll go and undress me, and be with you instantly.

_Blunt._ Make haste then, for 'dsheartlikins, dear Soul, thou canst not
guess at the pain of a longing Lover, when his Joys are drawn within the
compass of a few minutes.

_Luc._ You speak my Sense, and I'll make haste to provide it. [Exit.

_Blunt._ 'Tis a rare Girl, and this one night's enjoyment with her will
be worth all the days I ever past in Essex.-- Would she'd go with me
into _England_, tho to say truth, there's plenty of Whores there
already.-- But a pox on 'em they are such mercenary prodigal Whores,
that they want such a one as this, that's free and generous, to give 'em
good Examples:-- Why, what a House she has! how rich and fine!

Enter _Sancho_.

_Sancho._ Sir, my Lady has sent me to conduct you to her Chamber.

_Blunt._ Sir, I shall be proud to follow-- Here's one of her Servants
too: 'dsheartlikins, by his Garb and Gravity he might be a Justice of
Peace in _Essex_, and is but a Pimp here.
[Exeunt.

_The Scene changes to a Chamber with an Alcove-Bed in it, a Table,
&c. _Lucetta_ in Bed. Enter _Sancho_ and _Blunt_, who takes the
Candle of _Sancho_ at the Door._

_Sanch._ Sir, my C