ng?

_Will._ Egad, 'twas an Affront. [Aside.

_La Nu._ I'm glad I've found thee out to be an errant Coxcomb, one that
esteems a Woman for being chaste forsooth! 'Sheart, I shall have thee
call me pious shortly, a most-- religious Matron!

_Will._ Egad, she has reason-- [Aside.

_Beau._ Forgive me-- for I took ye-- for another. [Sighing.

_La Nu._ Oh did you so? it seems you keep fine Company the while--
Death, that I should e'er be seen with such a vile Dissembler, with one
so vain, so dull and so impertinent, as can be entertain'd by honest
Women!

_Will._ A Heavenly Soul, and to my Wish, were I but sure of her.

_Beau._ Oh you do wondrous well t'accuse me first! yes, I am a
Coxcomb-- a confounded one, to doat upon so false a Prostitute; nay to
love seriously, and tell it too: yet such an amorous Coxcomb I was born,
to hate the Enjoyment of the loveliest Woman, without I have the Heart:
the fond soft Prattle, and the lolling Dalliance, the Frowns, the little
Quarrels, and the kind Degrees of making Peace again, are Joys which I
prefer to all the sensual, whilst I endeavour to forget the Whore, and
pay my Vows to Wit, to Youth and Beauty.

_Aria._ Now hang me, if it be not _Beaumond_.

_Beau._ Would any Devil less than common Woman have serv'd me as thou
didst? say, was not this my Night? my paid for Night? my own by right of
Bargain, and by Love? and hast not thou deceiv'd me for a Stranger?

_Will._ So-- make me thankful, then she will be kind. _Hugs himself._

_Beau._ --Was this done like a Whore of Honour think ye? and would not
such an Injury make me forswear all Joys of Womankind, and marry in mere
spite?

_La Nu._ Why where had been the Crime had I been kind?

_Beau._ Thou dost confess it then.

_La Nu._ Why not?

_Beau._ Those Bills of Love the oftner paid and drawn, make Women better
Merchants than Lovers.

_La Nu._ And 'tis the better Trade.

_Will._ Oh Pox, there she dasht all again. I find they calm upon't, and
will agree, therefore I'll bear up to this small Frigate and lay her
aboard.
[Goes to _Ariadne_.

_La Nu._ However I'm glad the Vizor's off; you might have fool'd me on,
and sworn I was the only Conqueror of your Heart, had not Good-nature
made me follow you, to undeceive your false Suspicions of me: How have
you sworn never to marry? how rail'd at Wives, and satir'd Fools oblig'd
to Wedlock? And now at last, to thy eternal Shame, thou hast betray'd
thy self to be