you never can be mine that
way, I cannot think that you should be another's.

_Will._ No more delays, by Heaven, 'twas but a trick.

_La Nu._ And will you never see that Woman neither, whom you're this
Night to visit?

_Will._ Damn all the rest of thy weak Sex, when thou look'st thus, and
art so soft and charming.
[Offers to lead her out.

_La Nu._ _Sancho_-- my Coach. [Turns in scorn.

_Will._ Take heed, what mean ye?

_La Nu._ Not to be pointed at by all the envying Women of the Town,
who'l laugh and cry, Is this the high-priz'd Lady, now fall'n so low,
to doat upon a Captain? a poor disbanded Captain? defend me from that
Infamy.

_Will._ Now all the Plagues-- but yet I will not curse thee, 'tis lost
on thee, for thou art destin'd damn'd.
[Going out.

_La Nu._ Whither so fast?

_Will._ Why,-- I am so indifferent grown, that I can tell thee now-- to
a Woman, young, fair and honest; she'll be kind and thankful-- farewel,
Jilt-- now should'st thou die for one sight more of me, thou should'st
not ha't; nay, should'st thou sacrifice all thou hast couzen'd other
Coxcombs of, to buy one single visit, I am so proud, by Heaven, thou
shouldst not have it-- To grieve thee more, see here, insatiate Woman
[Shews her a Purse or hands full of Gold] the Charm that makes me lovely
in thine Eyes: it had all been thine hadst thou not basely bargain'd
with me, now 'tis the Prize of some well-meaning Whore, whose Modesty
will trust my Generosity.
[Goes out.

_La Nu._ Now I cou'd rave, t'have lost an opportunity which industry nor
chance can give again-- when on the yielding point, a cursed fit of
Pride comes cross my Soul, and stops the kind Career-- I'll follow him,
yes I'll follow him, even to the Arms of her to whom he's gone.

_Aur._ Madam, 'tis dark, and we may meet with Insolence.

_La Nu._ No matter: _Sancho_, let the Coach go home, and do you follow
me--

_Women may boast their Honour and their Pride,
But Love soon lays those feebler Powr's aside._ [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. _The Street, or Backside of the Piazza dark._

Enter _Willmore_ alone.

_Will._ A Pox upon this Woman that has jilted me, and I for being a fond
believing Puppy to be in earnest with so great a Devil. Where be these
Coxcombs too? this _Blunt_ and _Fetherfool_? when a Man needs 'em not,
they are plaguing him with their unseasonable Jests-- could I but light
on them, I would be very drunk to night-- but