to the view of the
Fair, and he leads 'em all in Triumph.

_Ped._ Sir, tho I'm a stranger to you, I'm ashamed at the rudeness of my
Nation; and could you learn who did it, would assist you to make an
Example of 'em.

_Blunt._ Why, ay, there's one speaks sense now, and handsomly; and let
me tell you Gentlemen, I should not have shew'd my self like a
Jack-Pudding, thus to have made you Mirth, but that I have revenge
within my power; for know, I have got into my possession a Female, who
had better have fallen under any Curse, than the Ruin I design her:
'dsheartlikins, she assaulted me here in my own Lodgings, and had
doubtless committed a Rape upon me, had not this Sword defended me.

_Fred._ I knew not that, but o' my Conscience thou hadst ravisht her,
had she not redeem'd her self with a Ring-- let's see't, _Blunt_.
[_Blunt_ shews the Ring.

_Belv._ Hah!-- the Ring I gave _Florinda_ when we exchang'd our
Vows!-- hark ye, _Blunt_--
[Goes to whisper to him.

_Will._ No whispering, good Colonel, there's a Woman in the case,
no whispering.

_Belv._ Hark ye, Fool, be advis'd, and conceal both the Ring and the
Story, for your Reputation's sake; don't let People know what despis'd
Cullies we _English_ are: to be cheated and abus'd by one Whore, and
another rather bribe thee than be kind to thee, is an Infamy to our
Nation.

_Will._ Come, come, where's the Wench? we'll see her, let her be what
she will, we'll see her.

_Ped._ Ay, ay, let us see her, I can soon discover whether she be of
Quality, or for your Diversion.

_Blunt._ She's in _Fred's_ Custody.

_Will._ Come, come, the Key.
[To _Fred._ who gives him the Key, they are going.

_Belv._ Death! what shall I do?-- stay, Gentlemen-- yet if I hinder 'em,
I shall discover all-- hold, let's go one at once-- give me the Key.

_Will._ Nay, hold there, Colonel, I'll go first.

_Fred._ Nay, no Dispute, _Ned_ and I have the property of her.

_Will._ Damn Property-- then we'll draw Cuts. [_Belv._ goes to whisper
_Will._] Nay, no Corruption, good Colonel: come, the longest Sword
carries her.--
[They all draw, forgetting Don _Pedro_, being a Spaniard, had the
longest.

_Blunt._ I yield up my Interest to you Gentlemen, and that will be
Revenge sufficient.

_Will._ The Wench is yours-- (_To _Ped.__) Pox of his _Toledo_, I had
forgot that.

_Fred._ Come, Sir, I'll conduct you to the Lady.
[Ex. _Fred._ and _Ped._

_Belv._ To hinder him w