rvice.

_Blunt._ Oh-- something the Lieutenant has told him about a Wench; and
when _Cupid's_ in his Breeches, the Devil's ever in's Head-- how
now-- What a pox is the matter with you, you look so scurvily now?--
What, is the Gentlewoman otherwise provided? has she cashier'd ye for
want of Pay? or what other dire Mischance?-- hah--

_Will._ Do not trouble me-- -

_Blunt._ Adsheartlikins, but I will, and beat thee too, but I'll know
the Cause. I heard _Shift_ tell thee something about _La Nuche_,
a Damsel I have often heard thee Fool enough to sigh for.

_Will._ Confound the mercenary Jilt!

_Blunt._ Nay, adsheartlikins they are all so; tho I thought you had been
Whore-proof; 'tis enough for us Fools, Country Gentlemen, Esquires, and
Cullies, to miscarry in their amorous Adventures, you Men of Wit weather
all Storms you.

_Will._ Oh, Sir, you're become a new Man, wise and wary, and can no more
be cozen'd.

_Blunt._ Not by Woman-kind; and for Man I think my Sword will secure me.
Pox, I thought a two Months absence and a Siege would have put such
Trifles out of thy Head: You do not use to be such a Miracle of
Constancy.

_Will._ That Absence makes me think of her so much; and all the Passions
thou find'st about me are to the Sex alone. Give me a Woman, Ned, a fine
young amorous Wanton, who would allay this Fire that makes me rave thus,
and thou shouldst find me no longer particular, but cold as
Winter-Nights to this La Nuche: Yet since I lost my little charming
Gipsey, nothing has gone so near my Heart as this.

_Blunt._ Ay, there was a Girl, the only she thing that could reconcile
me to the Petticoats again after my Naples Adventure, when the Quean
rob'd and stript me.

_Will._ Oh name not Hellena! She was a Saint to be ador'd on Holy-days.

Enter _Beaumond_.

_Beau._ Willmore! my careless wild inconstant-- how is't, my lucky
Rover?
[embracing.

_Will._ My Life! my Soul! how glad am I to find thee in my Arms
again-- and well-- When left you _Paris_? _Paris_, that City of Pottage
and Crab-Wine, swarming with Lacquies and Philies, whose Government is
carried on by most Hands, not most Voices-- And prithee how does
_Belvile_ and his Lady?

_Beau._ I left 'em both in Health at St. _Germains._

_Will._ Faith, I have wisht my self with ye at the old Temple of Bacchus
at _St. Clou_, to sacrifice a Bottle and a Damsel to his Deity.

_Beau._ My constant Place of Worship whilst there, tho for want of n