in what Nature abus'd?

_Blunt._ Nature!-- why any of your Tricks would serve-- but if he could
be conveniently strip'd and beaten, or tost in a Blanket, or any such
trivial Business, thou wouldst do me a singular Kindness; as for Robbery
he defies the Devil: an empty Pocket is an Antidote against that Ill.

_Luc._ Your Money, Sir: and if he be not cozen'd, say a _Spanish_ Woman
has neither Wit nor Invention upon Occasion.

_Blunt._ Sheartlikins, how I shall love and honour thee for't-- here's
earnest--
[Talks to her with Joy and Grimace.

_Aria._ But who was that you entertain'd at Church but now?

_Will._ Faith, one, who for her Beauty merits that glorious Title she
wears, it was-- a Whore, Child.

_Aria._ That's but a scurvy Name; yet, if I'm not mistaken in those
false Eyes of yours, they look with longing Love upon that-- Whore,
Child.

_Will._ Thou are i'th' right, and by this hand, my Soul was full as
wishing as my Eyes: but a Pox on't, you Women have all a certain Jargon,
or Gibberish, peculiar to your selves; of Value, Rate, Present,
Interest, Settlement, Advantage, Price, Maintenance, and the Devil and
all of Fopperies, which in plain Terms signify ready Money, by way of
Fine before Entrance; so that an honest well-meaning Merchant of Love
finds no Credit amongst ye, without his Bill of Lading.

_Aria._ We are not all so cruel-- but the Devil on't is, your
good-natur'd Heart is likely accompanied with an ill Face and worse Wit.

_Will._ Faith, Child, a ready Dish when a Man's Stomach is up, is better
than a tedious Feast. I never saw any Man yet cut my piece; some are for
Beauty, some are for Wit, and some for the Secret, but I for all, so it
be in a kind Girl: and for Wit in Woman, so she say pretty fond things,
we understand; tho true or false, no matter.

_Aria._ Give the Devil his due, you are a very conscientious Lover:
I love a Man that scorns to impose dull Truth and Constancy on a
Mistress.

_Will._ Constancy, that current Coin with Fools! No, Child, Heaven keep
that Curse from our Doors.

_Aria._ Hang it, it loses Time and Profit, new Lovers have new Vows and
new Presents, whilst the old feed upon a dull repetition of what they
did when they were Lovers; 'tis like eating the cold Meat ones self,
after having given a Friend a Feast.

_Will._ Yes, that's the thrifty Food for the Family when the Guests are
gone. Faith, Child, thou hast made a neat and a hearty Speech: But
prithee, m