Beer: And now, Sir,
I have done.

_Hau._ And dost thou not know, when one of those thou hast described,
goes but half a League out of Town, that he is so transform'd from the
Merchant to the Gallant in all Points, that his own Parents, nay the
Devil himself cannot know him? Not a young English Squire newly come to
an Estate, above the management of his Wit, has better Horses, gayer
Clothes, swears, drinks, and does every thing with a better grace than
he; damns the stingy Cabal of the two Stiver-Club, and puts the young
King of _Spain_ and his Mistress together in a Rummer of a Pottle; and
in pure Gallantry breaks the Glasses over his Head, scorning to drink
twice in the same: and a thousand things full as heroick and brave I
cou'd tell you of this same Holy-day Squire. But come, t'other turn, and
t'other sope, and then for _Donna Euphemia_. For I find I begin to be
reconcil'd to the Sex.

_Gload._ But, Sir, if I might advise, let's e'en sleep first.

_Hau._ Away, you Fool, I hate the sober Spanish way of making Love,
that's unattended with Wine and Musick; give me a Wench that will
out-drink the Dutch, out-dance the French, and out-- out-- kiss the
English.

_Gload._ Sir, that's not the Fashion in _Spain_.

_Hau._ Hang the Fashion; I'll manage her that must be my Wife, as I
please, or I'll beat her into Fashion.

_Gload._ What, beat a Woman, Sir?

_Hau._ Sha, all's one for that; if I am provok'd, Anger will have its
Effects on whomsoe'er it light; so said _Van Trump_, when he took his
Mistress a Cuff o'th' Ear for finding fault with an ill-fashion'd Leg he
made her: I lik'd his Humour well, therefore come thy ways.
[Exeunt.

SCENE III. _Draws off. A Grove._

Discovers _Antonio_ sleeping on the Ground; _Hippolyta_ sitting by,
who sings._

_Ah false _Amyntas_, can that Hour
So soon forgotten be,
When first I yielded up my Power
To be betray'd by thee?
God knows with how much Innocence
I did my Heart resign
Unto thy faithless Eloquence,
And gave thee what was mine._

_I had not one Reserve in store,
But at thy Feet I laid
Those Arms which conquer'd heretofore,
Tho now thy Trophies made.
Thy Eyes in silence told their Tale
Of Love in such a way,
That 'twas as easy to prevail,
As after to betray._ [She comes forth, weeps.

_Hip._ My Grief's too great to be diverted this way.
[Pointing to _Antonio_.
Why should this Villain sleep,