_Will._ Faith-- I have an Assignation with a Woman-- a Woman Friend!
young as the infant-day, and sweet as Roses e'er the Morning Sun have
kiss'd their Dew away. She will not ask me Money neither.

_La Nu._ Hah! stay-- [Holds him, and looks on him.

_Beau._ She loves him, and her Eyes betray her Heart.

_Will._ I am not for your turn, Child-- Death, I shall lose my Mistress
fooling here-- I must be gone.
[She holds him, he shakes his Head and sings.
_No, no, I will not hire your Bed,
Nor Tenant to your Favours be;
I will not farm your White and Red,
You shall not let your Love to me:
I court a Mistress-- not a Landlady._ [bis.

_Beau._ He's in the right; and shall I waste my Youth and powerful
Fortune on one who all this while has jilted me, seeing I was a lavish
loving Fool?-- No-- this Soul and Body shall not be divided--
[Gives her to _Will._

_Will._ I am so much thy Friend, another time I might be drawn to take a
bad Bargain off thy Hands-- but I have other Business at present: wo't
do a kind thing, _Harry_,-- lend me thy Aid to carry off my Woman to
night? 'tis hard by in the Piazza, perhaps we may find Resistance.

_Beau._ My self and Sword are yours. I have a Chair waits below too, may
do you Service.

_Will._ I thank ye-- Madam-- your Servant.

_La Nu._ Left by both!

_Beau._ You see our Affairs are pressing.
[Bows, and smiles carelesly. Ex. _Will._ singing, and _Beau._

_La Nu._ Gone! where's all your Power, ye poor deluded Eyes? Curse on
your feeble Fires, that cannot warm a Heart which every common Beauty
kindles. Oh-- he is gone for ever.

Enter _Petronella_.

_Pet._ Yes, he is gone, to your eternal Ruin: not all the Race of Men
cou'd have produc'd so bountiful and credulous a Fool.

_La Nu._ No, never; fetch him back, my _Petronella_: Bring me my wild
Inconstant, or I die--
[Puts her out.

_Pet._ The Devil fetch him back for _Petronella_, is't he you mean?
you've had too much of him; a Curse upon him, he'as ruin'd you.

_La Nu._ He has, he shall, he must compleat my ruin.

_Pet._ She raves, the Rogue has given her a _Spanish_ Philtre.

_La Nu._ My Coach, my Veil-- or let 'em all alone; undrest thus loosely
to the Winds commit me to darkness, and no Guide but pitying _Cupid_.
[Going out, _Pet._ holds her.

_Pet._ What, are you mad?

_La Nu._ As Winds let loose, or Storms when they rage high.
[Goes out.

_Pet._ She's lost, and I'll s