t of his Calling-- Your
Servant, Sir--
[Going off with her.

_Aria._ I must huff now, tho I may chance to be beaten-- come back-- or
I have something here that will oblige ye to't.
[Laying his hand on his Sword.

_Will._ Yes faith, thou'rt a pretty Youth; but at this time I've more
occasion for a thing in Petticoats-- go home, and do not walk the
Streets so much; that tempting Face of thine will debauch the grave men
of business, and make the Magistrates lust after Wickedness.

_Aria._ You are a scurvy Fellow, Sir. [Going to draw.

_Will._ Keep in your Sword, for fear it cut your Fingers, Child.

_Aria._ So 'twill your Throat, Sir-- here's Company coming that will
part us, and I'll venture to draw.
[Draws, Will. draws.

Enter _Beaumond_.

_Beau._ Hold, hold-- hah, _Willmore_! thou Man of constant mischief,
what's the matter?

_La Nu._ _Beaumond_! undone!

_Aria._ --_Beaumond!_--

_Will._ Why, here's a young Spark will take my Lady Bright from me; the
unmanner'd Hot-spur would not have patience till I had finish'd my small
Affair with her.
[Puts up his Sword.

_Aria._ Death, he'll know me-- Sir, you see we are prevented.
[Draws him aside.
--or--
[Seems to talk to him, _Beau._ gazes on _La Nuche_, who has pull'd
down her Veil.

_Beau._ 'Tis she! Madam, this Veil's too thin to hide the perjur'd
Beauty underneath. Oh, have I been searching thee, with all the
diligence of impatient Love, and am I thus rewarded, to find thee here
incompass'd round with Strangers, fighting, who first should take my
right away?-- Gods! take your Reason back, take all your Love; for easy
Man's unworthy of the Blessings.

_Will._ Harkye, _Harry_-- the-- Woman-- the almighty Whore-- thou
told'st me of to day.

_Beau._ Death, do'st thou mock my Grief-- unhand me strait, for tho I
cannot blame thee, I must hate thee.--
[Goes out.

_Will._ What the Devil ails he?

_Aria._ You will be sure to come.

_Will._ At night in the Piazza; I have an Assignation with a Woman, that
once dispatch'd, I will not fail ye, Sir.

_Luc._ And will you leave him with her?

_Aria._ Oh, yes, he'll be ne'er the worse for my use when he has done
with her.
[Ex. _Luc._ and _Aria._ _Will._ looks with scorn on _La Nuche_.

_Will._ Now you may go o'ertake him, lie with him-- and ruin him: the
Fool was made for such a Destiny-- if he escapes my Sword.
[He offers to go.

_La Nu._ I must prevent his vi