and shew'd me all the cheat of thy false Tenents-- No-- give me
Love with any other Curse.

_Pet._ But who will give you that when you are poor? when you are
wretchedly despis'd and poor?

_La Nu._ Hah!

_Pet._ Do you not daily see fine Clothes, rich Furniture, Jewels and
Plate are more inviting than Beauty unadorn'd? be old, diseas'd,
deform'd, be any thing, so you be rich and splendidly attended, you'll
find your self lov'd and ador'd by all-- But I'm an old fool still--
Well, _Petronella_, had'st thou been half as industrious in thy Youth as
in thy Age-- thou hadst not come to this.
[Weeps.

_La Nu._ She's in the right.

_Pet._ What can this mad poor Captain do for you, love you whilst you
can buy him Breeches, and then leave you? A Woman has a sweet time on't
with any Soldier-Lover of 'em all, with their Iron Minds, and Buff
Hearts; feather'd Inamorato's have nothing that belongs to Love but his
Wings, the Devil clip 'em for _Petronella_.

_La Nu._ True-- he can ne'er be constant. [Pausing.

_Pet._ Heaven forbid he should! No, if you are so unhappy as that you
must have him, give him a Night or two and pay him for't, and send him
to feed again: But for your Heart, 'Sdeath, I would as soon part with my
Beauty, or Youth, and as necessary a Tool 'tis for your Trade--
A Curtezan and love! but all my Counsel's thrown away upon ye.
[Weeps.

_La Nu._ No more, I will be rul'd-- I will be wise, be rich; and since I
must yield somewhere, and some time,

_Beaumond_ shall be the Man, and this the Night; he's handsom, young,
and lavishly profuse: This Night he comes, and I'll submit to Interest.
Let the gilded Apartment be made ready, and strew it o'er with Flowers,
adorn my Bed of State; let all be fine; perfume my Chamber like the
Phoenix's Nest, I'll be luxurious in my Pride to Night, and make the
amorous prodigal Youth my Slave.

_Pet._ Nobly resolv'd! and for these other two who wait your coming, let
me alone to manage.
[Goes out.

Scene changes to a Chamber, discovers _Fetherfool_ in Bed.

_Feth._ This Gentlewoman is plaguy long in coming:-- some Nicety now,
some perfum'd Smock, or Point Night-Clothes to make her more lovely in
my Eyes: Well, these Women are right City Cooks, they stay so long to
garnish the Dish, till the Meat be cold-- but hark, the Door opens.

Enter _Carlo_ softly, half undrest.

_Car._ This Wench stays long, and Love's impatient; this is the Chamber
of _La N