rmal.

_Aria._ I must dissemble, or he'll stay all day to make his peace
again-- why, have you ne'er-- a Mistress then?

_Beau._ A hundred, by this day, as many as I like, they are my Mirth,
the business of my loose and wanton Hours; but thou art my Devotion, the
grave, the solemn Pleasure of my Soul-- Pox, would I were handsomly rid
of thee too.
[Aside.] --Come, I have business-- send me pleas'd away.

_Aria._ Would to Heaven thou wert gone; [Aside.] You're going to some
Woman now.

_Beau._ Oh damn the Sex, I hate 'em all-- but thee-- farewell, my pretty
jealous-sullen-Fool.
[Goes out.

_Aria._ Farewel, believing Coxcomb. [Enter _Lucia_.

_Lucia._ Madam, the Clothes are ready in your Chamber.

_Aria._ Let's haste and put 'em on then. [Runs out.

ACT III.

SCENE I. _A House._

Enter _Fetherfool_ and _Blunt_, staring about, after them _Shift_.

_Shift._ Well, Gentlemen, this is the Doctor's House, and your fifty
Pistoles has made him intirely yours; the Ladies too are here in safe
Custody-- Come, draw Lots who shall have the Dwarf, and who the Giant.
[They draw.

_Feth._ I have the Giant.

_Blunt._ And I the little tiny Gentlewoman.

_Shift._ Well, you shall first see the Ladies, and then prepare for your
Uncle _Moses_, the old _Jew_ Guardian, before whom you must be very
grave and sententious: You know the old Law was full of Ceremony.

_Feth._ Well, I long to see the Ladies, and to have the first Onset
over.

_Shift._ I'll cause 'em to walk forth immediately. [Goes out.

_Feth._ My Heart begins to fail me plaguily-- would I could see 'em a
little at a Distance before they come slap dash upon a Man.
[Peeping.
Hah!-- Mercy upon us!-- What's yonder!-- Ah, _Ned_, my Monster is as big
as the Whore of _Babylon_-- Oh I'm in a cold Sweat--
[_Blunt_ pulls him to peep, and both do so.
Oh Lord! she's as tall as the St. _Christopher_ in _Notre-dame_ at
_Paris_, and the little one looks like the Christo upon his Shoulders--
I shall ne'er be able to stand the first Brunt.

_Blunt._ 'Dsheartlikins, whither art going? [Pulls him back.

_Feth._ Why only-- to-- say my Prayers a little-- I'll be with thee
presently.
[Offers to go, he pulls him.

_Blunt._ What a Pox, art thou afraid of a Woman--

_Feth._ Not of a Woman, _Ned_, but of a She _Gargantua_, I am of a
_Hercules_ in Petticoats.

_Blunt._ The less Resemblance the better. 'Shartlikins, I'd rather mine