d _Adam's_ Ale is only current amongst ye; yet if little
_Eve_ walk in the Garden, the starv'd lean Rogues neigh after her, as if
they were in Paradise.

_Will._ Still true to Love you see-- -

_La Nu._ I heard an _English_ Capuchin swear, that if the King's
Followers could be brought to pray as well as fast, there would be more
Saints among 'em than the Church has ever canoniz'd.

_Will._ All this with Pride I own, since 'tis a royal Cause I suffer
for; go pursue your Business your own way, insnare the Fool-- I saw the
Toils you set, and how that Face was ordered for the Conquest, your Eyes
brimful of dying lying Love; and now and then a wishing Glance or Sigh
thrown as by chance; which when the happy Coxcomb caught-- you feign'd a
Blush, as angry and asham'd of the Discovery: and all this Cunning's for
a little mercenary Gain-- fine Clothes, perhaps some Jewels too, whilst
all the Finery cannot hide the Whore!

_La Nu._ There's your eternal Quarrel to our Sex, 'twere a fine Trade
indeed to keep a Shop and give your Ware for Love: would it turn to
account think ye, Captain, to trick and dress, to receive all wou'd
enter? faith, Captain, try the Trade.

_Pet._ What in Discourse with this Railer!-- come away; Poverty's
catching.
[Returns from Discourse with _Feth._ speaks to _San._

_Will._ So is the Pox, good Matron, of which you can afford good
Penniworths.

_La Nu._ He charms me even with his angry Looks, and will undo me yet.

_Pet._ Let's leave this Place, I'll tell you my Success as we go.

[Ex. all, some one way, some another, the Forepart of the Church
shuts over, except _Will._ _Blunt_, _Aria_, and _Lucia_.

_Will._ She's gone, and all the Plagues of Pride go with her.

_Blunt._ Heartlikins, follow her-- Pox on't, an I'd but as good a Hand
at this Game as thou hast, I'll venture upon any Chance--

_Will._ Damn her, come, let's to Dinner. Where's _Fetherfool_?

_Blunt._ Follow'd a good Woodman, who gave him the Sign: he'll lodge the
Deer e'er night.

_Will._ Follow'd her-- he durst not, the Fool wants Confidence enough to
look on her.

_Blunt._ Oh you know not how a Country Justice may be improved by
Travel; the Rogue was hedg'd in at home with the Fear of his Neighbours
and the Penal Statutes, now he's broke loose, he runs neighing like a
Stone-Horse upon the Common.

_Will._ However, I'll not believe this-- let's follow 'em.
[Ex. _Will._ and _Blunt_.

_Aria._ He is in love,