ew
Saints my Zeal grew something cold, which I was ever fain to supply with
a Bottle, the old Remedy when _Phyllis_ is sullen and absent.

_Will._ Now thou talk'st of Phillis prithee, dear _Harry_, what Women
hast in store?

_Beau._ I'll tell thee; but first inform me whom these two Sparks are.

_Will._ Egad, and so they are, Child: Salute 'em-- They are my
Friends-- True Blades, _Hal._ highly guilty of the royal Crime, poor and
brave, loyal Fugitives.

_Beau._ I love and honour 'em, Sir, as such [Bowing to _Blunt_.

_Blunt._ Sir, there's neither Love nor Honour lost.

_Feth._ Sir, I scorn to be behind-hand in Civilities.

_Beau._ At first sight I find I am much yours, Sir. [To _Feth._

_Feth._ Sir, I love and honour any Man that's a Friend to Captain
_Willmore_-- and therefore I am yours--

Enter _Shift_.

--Well, honest Lieutenant, how does thy Body?-- When shall _Ned_, and
thou and I, crack a Bisket o'er a Glass of Wine, have a Slice of Treason
and settle the Nation, hah?

_Shift._ You know, Squire, I am devotedly yours. [They talk aside.

_Beau._ Prithee who are these?

_Will._ Why, the first you saluted is the same _Ned Blunt_ you have
often heard _Belvile_ and I speak of: the other is a Rarity of another
Nature, one Squire _Fetherfool_ of _Croydon_, a tame Justice of Peace,
who liv'd as innocently as Ale and Food could keep him, till for a
mistaken Kindness to one of the Royal Party, he lost his Commission, and
got the Reputation of a Sufferer: He's rich, but covetous as an
Alderman.

_Beau._ What a Pox do'st keep 'em Company for, who have neither Wit
enough to divert thee, nor Good-nature enough to serve thee?

_Will._ Faith, _Harry_, 'tis true, and if there were no more Charity
than Profit in't, a Man would sooner keep a Cough o'th' Lungs than be
troubled with 'em: but the Rascals have a blind side as all conceited
Coxcombs have, which when I've nothing else to do, I shall expose to
advance our Mirth; the Rogues must be cozen'd, because they're so
positive they never can be so: but I am now for softer Joys, for Woman,
for Woman in abundance-- dear _Hal_. inform me where I may safely unlade
my Heart.

_Beau._ The same Man still, wild and wanton!

_Will._ And would not change to be the Catholick King.

_Beau._ I perceive Marriage has not tam'd you, nor a Wife who had all
the Charms of her Sex.

_Will._ Ay-- she was too good for Mortals. [With a sham Sadness.

_Belv._ I thi