I'll home (if I can find the way) with this Consolation, that I am not
the first kind believing Coxcomb; but there are, Gallants, many such
good Natures amongst ye.

_And tho you've better Arts to hide your Follies,
Adsheartlikins y'are all as errant Cullies._

SCENE III. _The Garden, in the Night._

Enter _Florinda_ undres'd, with a Key, and a little Box.

_Flor._ Well, thus far I'm in my way to Happiness; I have got my self
free from _Callis_; my Brother too, I find by yonder light, is gone into
his Cabinet, and thinks not of me: I have by good Fortune got the Key of
the Garden Back-door,-- I'll open it, to prevent _Belvile's_ knocking,--
a little noise will now alarm my Brother. Now am I as fearful as a young
Thief. [Unlocks the Door.] --Hark,-- what noise is that?-- Oh,'twas the
Wind that plaid amongst the Boughs.-- _Belvile_ stays long, methinks--
it's time-- stay-- for fear of a surprize, I'll hide these Jewels in
yonder Jessamin.
[She goes to lay down the Box.

Enter _Willmore_ drunk.

_Will._ What the Devil is become of these Fellows, _Belvile_ and
_Frederick_? They promis'd to stay at the next corner for me, but who
the Devil knows the corner of a full Moon?-- Now-- whereabouts am I?--
hah-- what have we here? a Garden!-- a very convenient place to sleep
in-- hah-- what has God sent us here?-- a Female-- by this light, a
Woman; I'm a Dog if it be not a very Wench.--

_Flor._ He's come!-- hah-- who's there?

_Will._ Sweet Soul, let me salute thy Shoe-string.

_Flor._ 'Tis not my _Belvile_-- good Heavens, I know him not.-- Who are
you, and from whence come you?

_Will._ Prithee-- prithee, Child-- not so many hard Questions-- let it
suffice I am here, Child-- Come, come kiss me.

_Flor._ Good Gods! what luck is mine?

_Will._ Only good luck, Child, parlous good luck-- Come hither,-- 'tis a
delicate shining Wench,-- by this Hand she's perfum'd, and smells like
any Nosegay.-- Prithee, dear Soul, let's not play the Fool, and lose
time,-- precious time-- for as Gad shall save me, I'm as honest a Fellow
as breathes, tho I am a little disguis'd at present.-- Come, I say,--
why, thou may'st be free with me, I'll be very secret. I'll not boast
who 'twas oblig'd me, not I-- for hang me if I know thy Name.

_Flor._ Heavens! what a filthy beast is this!

_Will._ I am so, and thou oughtst the sooner to lie with me for that
reason,-- for look you, Child, there will be no Sin in't, because 'tw