were a _Centaur_ than a Woman: No, since my _Naples_ Adventure, I am
clearly for your Monster.

_Feth._ Prithee, _Ned_, there's Reason in all things--

_Blunt._ But villainous Woman-- 'Dshartlikins, stand your Ground, or
I'll nail you to't: Why, what a Pox are you so quezy stomach'd, a
Monster won't down with you, with a hundred thousand Pound to boot.
[Pulling him.

_Feth._ Nay, _Ned_, that mollifies something; and I scorn it should be
said of _Nich. Fetherfool_ that he left his Friend in danger, or did an
ill thing: therefore, as thou say'st, _Ned_, tho she were a Centaur,
I'll not budg an Inch.

_Blunt._ Why God a Mercy.

Enter the _Giant_ and _Dwarf_, with them _Shift_ as an Operator,
and _Harlequin_ attending.

_Feth._ Oh-- they come-- Prithee, _Ned_, advance-- [Puts him forward.

_Shift._ Most beautiful Ladies.

_Feth._ Why, what a flattering Son of a Whore's this?

_Shift._ These are the illustrious Persons your Uncle designs your
humble Servants, and who have so extraordinary a Passion for your
Seignioraships.

_Feth._ Oh yes, a most damnable one: Wou'd I were cleanlily off the Lay,
and had my Money again.

_Blunt._ Think of a Million, Rogue, and do not hang an Arse thus.

_Giant._ What, does the Cavalier think I'll devour him? [To _Shift_.

_Feth._ Something inclin'd to such a Fear.

_Blunt._ Go and salute her, or, Adsheartlikins, I'll leave you to her
Mercy.

_Feth._ Oh, dear _Ned_, have pity on me-- but as for saluting her, you
speak of more than may be done, dear Heart, without a Scaling Ladder.
[Exit _Shift_.

_Dwarf._ Sure, Seignior _Harlequin,_ these Gentlemen are dumb.

_Blunt._ No, my little diminutive Mistress, my small Epitomy of
Woman-kind, we can prattle when our Hands are in, but we are raw and
bashful, young Beginners; for this is the first time we ever were in
love: we are something aukard, or so, but we shall come on in time, and
mend upon Incouragement.

_Feth._ Pox on him, what a delicate Speech has he made now-- 'Gad, I'd
give a thousand Pounds a Year for _Ned's_ concise Wit, but not a Groat
for his Judgment in Womankind.

Enter Shift with a Ladder, sets it against the Giant, and bows
to _Fetherfool_.

_Shift._ Here, Seignior, Don, approach, mount, and salute the Lady.

_Feth._ Mount! why,'twould turn my Brains to look down from her
Shoulders-- But hang't, 'Gad, I will be brave and venture.
[Runs up the Ladder, salutes her, and r