ilegiously, at Church, where you debauch'd my
Zeal; and when I wou'd have pray'd, your Eyes had put the Change upon my
Tongue, and made it utter Railings: Heav'n forgive ye!

_La Nu._ You are the gayest thing without a Heart, I ever saw.

_Aria._ I scorn to flinch for a bare Wound or two; nor is he routed that
has lost the day, he may again rally, renew the Fight, and vanquish.

_La Nu._ You have a good opinion of that Beauty, which I find not so
forcible, nor that fond Prattle uttered with such Confidence.

_Aria._ But I have Quality and Fortune too.

_La Nu._ So had you need. I should have guest the first by your
pertness; for your saucy thing of Quality acts the Man as impudently at
fourteen, as another at thirty: nor is there any thing so hateful as to
hear it talk of Love, Women and Drinking; nay, to see it marry too at
that Age, and get itself a Play-fellow in its Son and Heir.

_Aria._ This Satyr on my Youth shall never put me out of countenance,
or make me think you wish me one day older; and egad, I'll warrant them
that tries me, shall find me ne'er an hour too young.

_La Nu._ You mistake my Humour, I hate the Person of a fair conceited
Boy.

Enter _Willmore_ drest, singing.

_Will._ _Vole, vole dans cette Cage,
Petite Oyseau dans cet bocage._
--How now, Fool, where's the Doctor?

_Shift._ A little busy, Sir.

_Will._ Call him, I am in haste, and come to cheapen the Price of
Monster.

_Shift._ As how, Sir?

_Will._ In an honourable way, I will lawfully marry one of 'em, and have
pitcht upon the Giant; I'll bid as fair as any Man.

_Shift._ No doubt but you will speed, Sir: please you, Sir, to walk in.

_Will._ I'll follow-- _Vole, vole dans cette Cage_, &c.

_Luc._ Why,'tis the Captain, Madam-- [Aside to _Aria._

_La Nu._ Hah-- marry-- harkye, Sir,-- a word, pray.
[As he is going out she pulls him.

_Will._ Your Servant, Madam, your Servant-- _Vole, vole_, &c.
[Puts his Hat off carelesly, and walks by, going out.

_Luc._ And to be marry'd, mark that.

_Aria._ Then there's one doubt over, I'm glad he is not married.

_La Nu._ Come back-- Death, I shall burst with Anger-- this Coldness
blows my Flame, which if once visible, makes him a Tyrant--

_Will._ Fool, what's a Clock, fool? this noise hinders me from hearing
it strike.
[Shakes his Pockets, and walks up and down.

_La Nu. _ A blessed sound, if no Hue and Cry pursue it.-- what-- you are
resolv'd then upon