th._ Fight, 'Sbud, a Million of Money wou'd have provok'd a Bully;
besides, I took you for the damn'd Rogue my Rival.

_Blunt._ Just as I had finish'd my Serenade, and had put up my Pipes to
be gone, out stalk'd me your two-handed Lady, with a Man at her Girdle
like a bunch of Keys, whom I taking for nothing less than some one who
had some foul design upon the Gentlewoman, like a true Knight-Errant,
did my best to rescue her.

_Feth._ Yes, yes, I feel you did, a Pox of your heavy hand.

_Blunt._ So whilst we two were lovingly cuffing each other, comes the
Rival, I suppose, and carries off the Prize.

_Feth._ Who must be Seignior _Lucifer_ himself, he cou'd never have
vanisht with that Celerity else with such a Carriage-- But come, all we
have to do is to raise the Mountebank and the Guardian, pursue the
Rogues, have 'em hang'd by Law, for a Rape, and Theft, and then we stand
fair again.

_Blunt._ Faith, you may, if you please, but Fortune has provided
otherwise for me.
[Aside.
[Ex. _Blu._ and _Feth._

Enter _Beaumond_ and _Ariadne_.

_Beau._ Sure none lives here, or Thieves are broken in, the Doors are
all left open.

_Aria._ Pray Heaven this Stranger prove but honest now. [Aside.

_Beau._ Now, my dear Creature, every thing conspires to make us happy,
let us not defer it.

_Aria._ Hold, dear Captain, I yield but on Conditions, which are
these-- I give you up a Maid of Youth and Beauty, ten thousand Pound in
ready Jewels here-- three times the value in Estate to come, of which
here be the Writings, you delivering me a handsom proper fellow,
Heart-whole and sound, that's all-- your Name I ask not till the Priest
declare it, who is to seal the Bargain. I cannot deceive, for I let you
know I am Daughter-in-law to the _English_ Ambassador.

_Beau._ _Ariadne!_-- How vain is all Man's Industry and Care
To make himself accomplish'd;
When the gay fluttering Fool, or the half-witted rough unmanner'd
Brute,
Who in plain terms comes right down to the business,
Out-rivals him in all his Love and Fortunes. [Aside.

_Aria._ Methinks you cool upon't, Captain.

_Beau._ Yes, _Ariadne_.

_Aria._ _Beaumond!_

_Beau._ Oh what a World of Time have I mispent for want of being a
Blockhead-- 'Sdeath and Hell,
Wou'd I had been some brawny ruffling Fool,
Some forward impudent unthinking Sloven,
A Woman's Tool; for all besides unmanageable.
Come, swear that all this while you thought